Little Junior

Ah
my daddy wore a Stetson and a hundred dollar suit
Developed a cravin' for the black man's blues
At five point sturdy
knew his way 'round the tables
Let it down boys
I'm takin' it home to the
Baby little junior
such a sad child
I only got two months and I'm going through this town
Well like my daddy I've been around too
And as far as cravings I've got quite a few
Tall naked women
diamonds and cars
Old age whiskey and all night bars
Do their boogie and the weed they smoke
Sittin' on
waitin' for another toke
Like my lovin' when you lose your towel
You can bet your dollar she ain't comin' around
Little junior
such a sad child
I only got two months and I'm going through this town
Raised without a mother
so I'ma mother myself
And I've been known to raise some hell
I yell out from the other side of town
And strange things happen you see when I'm around
All mamas and papas you better be on guard
And keep your little girl in the yard
I end up in jail
that was Saturday night
Little junior
such a sad child
I only got two months and I'm going through this town
gone
gone