Country Blues - Doc Watson

Come all you good time people

While I’ve got money to spend

For tomorrow might be Monday

And I’ll neither have a dollar nor a friend

When I’ve got plenty of money, good people

Then my friends are all standing around

But as soon as my pocketbook is empty

Not a friend on this Earth can be found

Well, the last time I seen my little woman, good people

She had a wine glass in her hand

She’s a drinkin' down her troubles

With a low-down, sorry man

All around this old jailhouse this evening, good people

Forty dollars won’t pay my fine

Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy

Pretty women’s a-troublin' my mind

My daddy told me a-plenty, good people

And my mama she told me more

Said, «Son, if you don’t quit your rowdy ways»

«You'll have trouble at your door»

Well, if I’d a-listened to my mama, good people

Then I would not have been here today

But a-drinkin' and a-shootin' and a-gamblin'

At home I cannot stay

Give me cornbread when I’m hungry, good people

Corn whiskey when I’m dry

Pretty women a-standing around me

Sweet Heaven when I die

Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people

Dig it deep in that cold, cold ground

Come and gather round, all you kind friends

And see this poor rounder go down

And when I’m dead and buried

With my pale face turned to the sun

Will you stand around and moan, little woman?

And think of the way you have done