Junko Partner, Roland "Stone" LeBlanc (late 1950's)

As close as I could hear it from the recording:

Wah. . . (horns intro)
Say, looka here now, child
Wah. . . (horns again)
Um, Hum, I wanna tell yawl a little story

Well down the road come my Chilo Bella
She was so-o-o tore up as can be
She was wobblin', I mean a wobblin' down Rampart
Um, hum, a hum, she didn't, no, no, she didn't recognise me

If I had, if I had, if I had one million dollars
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, one million, lord sugar baby all my own
Don't you know I would build me a big tobacco plantation
And me and Chilo Bella, uh we could call it our own

Yah, Lord well I tried, I say I tried to pawn my knife & pistol
Ya, ya, ya, tried to pawn, I tried to pawn my watch & chain
I would have tried to pawn my Chilo Bella
But the poor girl, no, no, she couldn't sign her name.

Don't you know, I want water, I say, I want water when I'm thirsty
Lord, cause it's a good drink, Lord, Sugar Baby, when your're dry
Don't you know, I say, a when you're dry
And I want sorrow, umm, when I'm in misery
But I'll settle, I say, I'll settle for some cherry pie.

Ya now baby, I was standin', I was standin'. I was standin' on the corner
With my Turkish, Lord with my Turkish in my hand
When the Police came and took my Turkish
They said Nooo no no no uh man it ain't got no brand

Doncha, doncha know, baby, six months,
I say now six months ain't no sentence
Ya, ya, ya, ya, and one year, lord baby, ain't no time,
Doncha know, I said, it ain't no time
I was born, I was born in prison
Um, now I'm back here, yes I am I'm back here, serving ninty-nine

Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya
Down the Road, down the Road, down the Road, down the Road,
Down the Road, down the Road, down the Road, down the Road,
Na, na, na, na, na.