My sweet child was seen across town. With some stranger man. She had a smile on her face, looked out of place. Suitcase was in her hand Junior saw it happen. Why didn't I listen to you? Hey
They call me Junior, I live here on the street. I earn two hundred dollars a week. I'd like to say, "Hey, thanks a lot" I know I'm missin' something. But I don't know what it is. That I don't got
Junior's eyes, looked up to the skies in tears. He prayed that his maker. The giver and taker would hear. Junior sighed, as his hands reached out to the sky. Junior cried, the day that his best
. Lord, you know, everybody tells Little Junior. That somebody done hoodooed the hoodoo man. . Now, I'm goin' down to Louisiana. An' get me a mojo hand. My little woman. She done quit me for some
I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one. I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one. Well, my father told me. "Son, you had better get a gun" Well, my first friend went down. When I
