written by Robert Shad /Frederick Music Company /BMI. Down the road down the road come. My junko pardner. He was loaded as he could be. He was knocked down knock down loaded. And he sang this song to me. Well I'd pawn my silver pen. I would pawn my watch and chain. I would pawn my pretty Isabella. But the poor gal can't sign her name. Down the road down the road come. My junko pardner. He was loaded as he could be. He was knocked down knocked down loaded. And he sang this song to me. Down the road down the road come. My junko pardner. He was loaded as he could be. He was knocked down knocked down loaded. And he sang this song to me. Well six months ain't no sentence. And a year just ain't no time. We got boys down in Angola. Serving one to ninety-nine. Down the road down the road come. My junko pardner. He was loaded as he could be. He was knocked down knocked down loaded. And he wobbled all over the street. Down the road down the road come. My junko pardner. He was loaded as he could be. He was knocked down knocked down loaded. And he sang this song to me.