Country Blues

Come all you good, kind people

While I've got money to spend

Tomorrow might be Monday

And I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend

When I've got plenty of money, good people

My friends are all standing around

Just as soon as my pocketbook is empty

Not a friend on this earth can be found

The last time I seen that dear woman, good people

She had a wine glass in her hand

She's a-drinking down her troubles

With a lowdown, sorry, no good man

My daddy told me a plenty good people

And my momma she told me more

Said son if you don't quit your rowdy ways

You'll have trouble at your door

All around this old jailhouse this evening, good people

Forty dollars will pay my fine

Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy

Pretty women look trump in my mind

If I'd a-listened to my momma, good people

I would not be here today

But a-drinking and a-shooting and a-gambling

At home I cannot stay

Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people

Make it deep in that cold, cold ground

Come gather around all you kind friends

And see this poor rounder go down