Various Artists - Country Blues lyrics

Come all you good time people While I've got money to spend Tomorrow might be monday And I never have a dollar nor a friend When I had plenty of money, good people All my friends would gather around Just soon as my pocket book was empty Not a friend on earth could be found The last time I saw my little woman, good people Had a wine gla** in her hand She's drinking away all her troubles With a lowdown sorry man My papa taught me a plenty, good people My mama taught me more If I don't quit my lowdown rowdy ways I'm gonna have more trouble at my door I wrote my woman a letter, good people And I told her I was in jail She wrote me back an answer Said now honey I'm soon come and go your bail All around this old jail house is haunted, good people Forty dollars won't pay my fine Corn liquor surrounds my body And pretty women aching my mind If I would've listened to my mama, good people I wouldn't have been here today Drinking and shooting and gambling At home I could not stay Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the ground When I'm dead and buried, my pale face turned toward the sun You can come and see the way you have done Give me corn bread when I'm hungry, good people Corn whisky when I'm dry Pretty women surrounding my body And bring me heaven when I die