Country Blues

Come all you good time people
While I have money to spend
Tomorrow might be Monday
And I neither have a dollar nor a friend

When I had plenty of money, good people
My friends were all standing around
Just as soon as my pocketbook was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found

I've gambled all over Kentucky good people
I've gambled part of the way through Spain
Goin' back to old Virginia
For to gamble my last card game

Last time I seen my little woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She's a-drinkin' down her troubles
With a low-down, sorry man

I wrote my woman a letter, good people
I told her I's in jail
She wrote me back and answered sayin'
"Honey, I'm a comin' to go your bail"

All around this ol' jailhouse is hated good people
40 dollars won't pay my fine
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy
Pretty women is a-troublin' my mind

Boys, if you don't switch your drinking
Sometime you'll be just like me
A-working out your livin' in a penitentiary

Oh, my daddy taught me aplenty, good people
My mama she told me more
If ever didn't quit my rounded way
I'll have trouble at my door

In the bottom of the whiskey glass
A lurkin' devil dwell
It burns your breast to drink it, boys
It'll send your soul to hell

Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people
Go dig a hole in the ground
Come around all you good people
And see this poor rounder go down

When I am dead and buried
And my pale face turned to sun
You can come around and mourn, little woman
And think the way you have done