Country Blues Lyrics

Come all you good time people,
While I've got money to spend.
Tomorrow might be Monday,
And I neither have a dollar nor a friend.

When I had plenty of money, good people,
My friends are standing around.
But as soon as my pockets are empty,
Not a friend on this world could be found.

Last time i saw a women, good people,
She had a wine glass in her hand.
She was drinking beer [?]

When I wrote my woman a letter, good people,
And I told her that I was in jail,
She wrote back an answer,
Saying "Honey i'ma come and go your bail."

Well in this old jailhouse, good people,
Twenty dollars won't pay my fine.
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boys,
Pretty woman is troubling my mind.

But if you don't quit your drinking,
One day you'll be just like me.
You'll be walking out and live
In a penitentiary.

Well my daddy he told me a plenty, good people,
And my momma she told me more.
She said "Son if you don't quit your rowdy ways
You'll have trouble at your door."

Go dig in the meadow, good people,
Go dig a hole in the ground.
And come around, all you good people,
And reach this poor rounder go down.