Junker Blues

They call, they call me a junko

'Cause I'm loaded all the time

I don't use no reefer

I be knocked out when that engine whine

Six months, six months and no senno

And one year ain't no time

They got boys in penitentiary

Doing from nine to ninety-nine

I was standin', I was standin' on the corner

With my reefers in my hand

Up stepped the sergeant

Took my reefers out my hand

My brother, my brother used a needle

And my sister sniffed cocaine

I don't use no junk

I'm the nicest boy you ever seen

My mother, my mother she told me

And my father told me too

That that junk is a bad habit

Why don't you leave it too?

My sister she even told me

And my grandma told me too

That usin' junk partner

Was gon' be the death of you