Country Blues Lyrics

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

Tomorrow might be Monday, and I needn't have a dollar nor friend

When I had plenty of money, my friends were standing round

Just as soon as my pocketbook was empty, not a friend on earth I found

I've gambled all over Kentucky, I've gambled part of the way through Spain

Going back to old Virginia for to gamble, my last card game

The last time I saw my little woman, she had a wine glass in her hand

She was drinking down her troubles with a low down sorry man

I wrote my woman a letter, I told her I was in jail

She wrote me back with an answer, shes a coming to throw my bail

All around this old jailhouse is haunted, forty dollars won't pay my fine

Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, pretty women has a trouble in my mind

Boys if you don't quit your drinking, sometime you'll be just like me

Working out your living in a penitentiary

Oh my daddy he taught me plenty, oh my mama she taught me more

If I didn't quit my rowdy ways, I'd have trouble at my door

In the bottom of a whiskey glass now, the lurking devil dwells

It burns your breast to drink it, it'll send your soul to hell

Go dig a hole in the meadow, go dig a hole in the ground

Come all you good young people and see this poor rambler go down

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

You can come around and mourn me people, and think of the way I've done