Country Blues by Doc Watson
Country Blues by Doc Watson

Country Blues

Doc Watson * Track #4 On Doc Watson

Country Blues Lyrics

Come all you good time people
While I've got money to spend
For tomorrow might be Monday
And I'd neither have a dollar nor a friend

Well I've got plenty of money, good people
And my friends are all standing around
But as soon as my pocketbook is empty
Not a friend on this earth can be found

Well, the last time I seen my woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking down her troubles
With a low-down sorry man

Around this old jailhouse this evening, good people
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy
Pretty woman is a-troubling my mind

My daddy told me a plenty, good people
And my mama she told me more
Said, "Son, if you don't quit your rowdy ways
You'll have trouble at your door

Well a-fine, I'd a-listen to my mama, good people
Then I would not been here today
But a-drinkin', and a-shootin', and a-gamblin'
At home I can not stay

Give me cornbread when I'm hungry, good people
Corn whiskey when I'm dry
Pretty woman a-standing around me
Sweet heaven when I die

Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people
Dig it deep in that cold, cold ground
Come and give 'er around all you kind friends
And see this poor rounder go down

And when I'm dead and buried
With my pale face turned to the sun
Will you stand around and moan, little woman
And think of the way you have done

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