written by Robert Shad /Frederick Music Company /BMI
Down the road, down the road come
My junko pardner
He was loaded as he could be
He was knocked down, knock down loaded
And he sang this song to me
Well I'd pawn my silver pen
I would pawn my watch and chain
I would pawn my pretty Isabella
But the poor gal can't sign her name
Down the road, down the road come
My junko pardner
He was loaded as he could be
He was knocked down, knocked down loaded
And he sang this song to me
Down the road, down the road come
My junko pardner
He was loaded as he could be
He was knocked down, knocked down loaded
And he sang this song to me
Well six months ain't no sentence
And a year just ain't no time
We got boys down in Angola
Serving one to ninety-nine
Down the road, down the road come
My junko pardner
He was loaded as he could be
He was knocked down, knocked down loaded
And he wobbled all over the street
Down the road, down the road come
My junko pardner
He was loaded as he could be
He was knocked down, knocked down loaded
And he sang this song to me