Country Blues

Come all you good time people while I have money to spend

For tomorrow might be monday and I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend

Now when I had plenty of money good people my friends were gathered around

Just as soon as my pocketbook was empty, not a friend on this earth to be found

Well I wrote my woman a letter good people, told her I had landed in jail

She wrote me back her answer saying honey I got no money to go your bail

All around this old jail house is hainted good people, forty dollars won't pay my fine

Corn liquor has surrounded my body, pretty women troubling my mind

Well my daddy taught me plenty good people, but my mama she taught me more

She said son if you don't quit your rough and rowdy ways you'll have trouble at your door

Boys if you don't quit your drinking, someday you're gonna end up like me

You'll slave away all the live long day in a dirty penitentiary

Give me cornbread when I'm hungry good people, corn liquor when I'm dry

Give me pretty women when I'm lonesome, boys, sweet heaven when I die

Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow good people, dig it deep in the cold, cold ground

You can gather round all you good time friends and see this old rounder go down

And when I am dead and buried good people with my pale face turned toward the sun

You can stand around little woman and think of what you have done