Connick, Jr., Harry - Junco Partner Lyrics






Down the road came a Junco Partner
For he was loaded as can be
He was knocked out, knocked out loaded
He was a'wobblin' all over the street

Singing 6 months ain't no sentence
And one year ain't no time
I was born in Angola
Serving 14 to 99

Well I wish I had me $1 million dollars
Oh one million to call my own
I would raise meat and say, "grow for me baby"
I would raise me a tobacco farm

Well I wish I would have me a great deal of money
Yeah and mighty good things all over town
Now I ain't got no more money
All of my good friends are putting me down

So now I gotta pawn my rifle and pistol
Yeah I'm gonna pawn my watch and chain
I would have pawned my seat Gabriella
But the smart girl she wouldn't sign her name

Give me headstone when I die





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  1. S.... M....

    He ain't bad at all, but he ain't Booker.

    S.... M....

    Nobody's like Booker, even Booker wasn't like Booker near the end. Harry is Harry.

  2. R.... B....

    Booker would be proud!

    R.... B....

    horrified more like!

  3. F.... C....

    Sure make his Daddy proud with this recollection. He playin' like I feel the type of River music ought to be heard sometimes, like
    when Mr. Handy was composing St. Louis Blues certainly easy on your mind. On the Side. Yes.

    F.... C....

    Bad ass