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