Country Blues

?[00:08.02]Come all you good time people

While I've got money to spend

Tomorrow might be Monday

And I'd neither have a dollar nor a friend

Well I've got plenty of money in my pocket

My good time friends are around

But as soon as my pocketbook is empty

Not a friend on this earth can be found

I wrote my little woman a letter good people

And I told her I was in jail

She sent me back an answer

Sayin honey I'm a coming go your bail

But I'm still walking round

This old jail house this evening

Forty dollars won't pay my fine

Corn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy

And my woman is troubling my mind

Lord my daddy told me a pretty good people

And my momma she told me more

Said son if you don't quit your rowdy ways

You'll have trouble at your door

If it wasn't for heartaches and trouble good people

Lord i would not be here today

I will ramble this whole world over

At home I cannot stay

Give me corn bread

On the table when I'm hungry

Something tall and cool when I'm dry

And a true loving woman to stand by me

Sweet heaven when I die

Go dig a hole in the meadow good people

Make it deep in that cold cold ground

Then gather around all you kind friends

And see this poor rounder go down

And when I'm dead and they buried me

With my pale face turned to the sun

Will you stand around and moan little woman

And think of the way you have done