Junker’s Blues

all right... I'm sick as I can be... Some people call me a junker, cause I'm loaded all the time I just feel happy and I feel good all the time Some people say I use a needle, and some say I slip cocaine But that's the best old feelin' that I ever need Say goodbye, goodbye to whiskey Lord and so long to gin I just want my reefer, I just want to feel high again oh yes I'm a junker I feel all right Some people, some people crave for chicken And some crave for a house steak But when I get loaded lord I don't want my milk and cake oh yeah that's what I want now... They call me a junker... Cause I'm loaded all the time... But that ain't nothin that I feel good all the time...