Poor Rambler - Sturgill Simpson

Come and gather around me good people

My life I must reveal

Well tomorrow might have been different

And I know how my darling ought to feel

Well that last time I saw my woman

She had a wine glass in her hand

She was drinking down her troubles

With a low down sorry man

Well I wrote my Momma a letter

And I told her I was in jail

Well she wrote me back in a hurry

Saying honey I’m gonna come and throw your bail

Well I’m a laying around in this old jail house

Forty dollars will pay my fine

Pretty women swarming all around me

Marijuana has destroyed my mind

Give me cornbread when I’m hungry

Corn whiskey when I’m dry

Pretty women swarming all around me

Sweet Heaven when I die

Well my Daddy taught me plenty

And my Momma she taught me more

She said if I didn’t quit my rowdy ways

I’d have trouble knocking at my door

When my Earthly trials are over

Throw my cold dead body in the sea

Tell that false-hearted lover of mine

That the whales are gonna fuss over me

Give me cornbread when I’m hungry

Corn whiskey when I’m dry

Pretty women swarming all around me

Sweet Heaven when I die