Country Blues歌词

Come all you good time people
While I've got money to spend

Tomorrow might be Monday
And I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend

When I had plenty of money good people
My friends were all standing around

Just as soon as my pocket book was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found

Last time I seen my little woman good people
She had a wine glass in her hand

She was drinking down her troubles
With a low-down sorry man

Oh my Daddy taught me a plenty good people
My Mama she taught me more

If I didn't quit my rowdy ways
Have trouble at my door

I wrote my woman a letter good people
I told her I was in Jail

She wrote me back an answer
Sayin' honey I'm a coming go your bail

All around this old jailhouse is haunted good people
Forty dollars won't pay my fine

Corn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy
And pretty woman is troubling my mind

Give me corn bread when I'm hungry good people
Corn whiskey when I'm dry

Pretty women a-standing around me
Sweet heaven when I die

If I don't listen to my Mama good people
I would not be here today

But a drinking and a shooting and a gambling
At home I cannot stay

Go dig a hole in the meadow good people

Go dig a hole in the ground

Come around all you good people
And see this poor rounder go down

When I am dead and buried
My pale face turned to the sun

You can come around and mourn little woman
And think the way you have done