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