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Country Blues
JP Harris
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Oh, come all you good time people
While I've got money for spend
For tomorrow might be Monday
And I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend
Lord, when I've got plenty of money, good people
All my friends come standing around
But as soon as my pocketbook is empty
Not a friend on this earth can be found
Oh, the last time I seen my little woman, good people
She had a dram glass in her hand
She's a-drinking to drown her troubles
With a low-down sorry man
All around this old jailhouse I'm haunted, good people
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, oh boy
Pretty women's a-troubling my mind
Oh, my father, he taught me plenty, good people
But my mother, she taught me more
She said, "Son, if you don't quit your rowdy ways
You'll have troubles at your door"
Oh, if I had listened to my mother, good people
Well, I would not have been here today
Oh, drinking and a-shooting and a-gaming
At home I could not stay
So dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow, good people
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground
Come gather 'round me, good time people
And see this poor rounder go down
And when I'm dead and buried, good people
With my pale face turned to the sun
Would you walk all around that old woman
And think on the ways you have done?
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