Junkers Blues Lyrics

They call me a junker, cause I'm loaded all the time
I don't use no reefer, I be knocked out with that angie wine
Think smart, think smart, say no, say no
and warn you I ain't got time
they got boys in penitentiary doing from 9 to 99

I was standing on the corner
with my reefer in my hand
upstairs the sergeant too the reefer out my hand

My brother my brother use the needle
and my sister sniff cocaine
I don't use no junk
I'm the nicest boy you ever seen

My mother my mother she told me
and my father told me too
that that junk is a bad habit
why don't you leave it too

My sister she even told me
and my grandma told me too
that using junk might as well be the death of you