Country Blues

come all you good time peoplewhile
I've got money to spendtomorrow might be
Mondayand
I'd neither have a dollar nor a friendwell
I've got plenty of money in my pocketmy good time friends are aroundbut as soon as my pocketbook is emptynot a friend on this earth can be foundi wrote my little woman a letter good peopleand i told her i was in jailshe sent me back an answersayin honey
I'm a coming go your bailbut
I'm still walking roundthis old jail house this eveningforty dollars won't pay my finecorn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boyand my woman is troubling my mind
Lord my daddy told me a pretty good peopleand my momma she told me moresaid son if you don't quit your rowdy waysyou'll have trouble at your doorif it wasn't for heartaches and trouble good people
Lord i would not be here todayi will ramble this whole world overat home i cannot staygive me corn breadon the table when
I'm hungrysomething tall and cool when
I'm dryand a true loving woman to stand by mesweet heaven when i diego dig a hole in the meadow good peoplemake it deep in that cold cold groundthen gather around all you kind friendsand see this poor rounder go downand when
I'm dead and they buried mewith my pale face turned to the sunwill you stand around and moan little womanand think of the way you have done