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
Writer(s): Robert Shad
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