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