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
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 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
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 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
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 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