Down the road, down the road, down the road
Saw my Junko partner, partner, partner
He was loaded as can be
He was knocked down, knocked down loaded
He was loaded with misery

Once I had a million dollars
Had a lot of good friends all around
Now I don't have any money
And my good friends cannot be found

Six months ain't no sentence
One year ain't no time
Got some friends in Angola
Doing forty to ninety nine

Give me beefsteak when I'm hungry
Give me whiskey when I'm dry
Give me the tincture when I'm sickly
And religion when I die