Little Junior (Stewart Gary)

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