Gary Stewart - Little Junior Lyrics

One, Two, Three
My daddy wore a Stetson and a hundred dollar suit
Developed a cravin’ for the black man’s blues
At five card stud he knew his way around the tables
Lay it down boys, I’m takin’ it home to the baby

Little Junior
The gypsy child
Only goin’ through once
and I’m goin’ through in style

Well like my daddy, I’ve been around too
And as far as cravin’s I’ve got quite a few
Long legged women, diamonds and cars
Old aged whiskey and all night bars
The boggie woogie and a real good smoke
Sittin’ on ready for another toke
Like my lovin’ when Lou-Lou’s in town
You can bet your dollar she’ll be comin’ around

Little Junior
The gypsy child
Only goin’ through once
and I’m goin’ through in style

Raised without a mother, so I’m a mother myself
I been known to raise some hell
I ain’t allowed on the other side of town
Strange things happen, they say when I’m around
Awe, Mommas and Pappas you better be on guard
And keep your little girl in the yard
I end up in jail every Saturday night
But I’m out on bail before the booking sheet’s dry

Little Junior
The gypsy child
Only goin’ through once
and I’m goin’ through in style
Yah Yah