Country Blues
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Come all you good time people, well, I've got money to spend
Tomorrow might be my morning, I neither have a dollar nor a friend
Well, when I got plenty of money, good
People, well, my friends all gather 'round
As soon as my pocketbook is empty
Not a friend on this earth can be found
Well, my pappy, he taught me a-plenty
Good people, well, my mammy taught me more
Said, "Son, if you don't quit your rowdy
Ways, you got trouble at your door"
Well, the last time I seen my woman
Good people, had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking down her sorrows with a low-down sorry man
Well, I wrote my good woman a letter
Now, people, I told her I's in jail
She wrote me back an answer, said, "
Honey, I'm a-comin' to go your bail"
All around this old jailhouse you see me
Good people, forty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor
Boy, pretty women been troubling my mind
Give me cornbread when I'm hungry now
People, corn whiskey when I'm dry
Give me green past when I'm hard up, sweet heaven when I die
Well, if I had a-listened to my mammy, good
People, well, I would not have been here today
But a-drinking and a-shootin' and a-gamblin', at home I cannot stay
Go and dig me a hole in a minute, good
People, go and dig me a hole in the ground
Gonna gather 'round all you kind friends
And see this old hound a-goin' down
Well, when I am dead and buried, good people
With my pale face turned to the sun
You can gather 'round, all you women, and think the way you've done