Country Blues

[Verse 1]
Come all you good time people
While I've got money to spend
Tomorrow might be Monday
And I never have a dollar nor a friend

[Verse 2]
When I had plenty of money, good people
My friends were standing around
Just soon as my pocketbook was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found

[Verse 3]
The last time I saw my little woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking down her troubles
With a lowdown sorry man

[Verse 4]
Oh, my daddy taught me a-plenty, good people
My mama, she taught me more
If I didn't quit my rowdy ways
Have trouble at my door

[Verse 5]
I wrote my woman a letter, good people
I told her I was in jail
She wrote me back an answer
Said, "Honey, I'm-a come to go your bail"

[Verse 6]
All around this old jail house is haunted, good people
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn liquor surrounds my body, poor boy
And pretty women is a-troubling my mind

[Verse 7]
Give me cornbread when I'm hungry, good people
Corn whiskey when I'm dry
Pretty women are standing around me
And bring me heaven when I die

[Verse 8]
If I would've listened to my mama, good people
I wouldn't have been here today
But a-drinking and a-shooting and a-gambling
At home I could not stay

[Verse 9]
So 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

[Verse 10]
When I'm dead and buried
My pale face turned toward the sun
You can come around and mourn, little woman
And think the way you have done