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   Well, I'm out on bail and for the [Incomprehensible]      Little junior, such a sad child   I only got two months and I'm going through this town, gone, gone