Country Blues

Country Blues - Doc Watson

Written by：Traditional

Come all you good time people

While I've got money to spend

Tomorrow might be Monday

And I'd neither have a dollar nor a friend

Well I've got plenty of money good people

My good time friends are around

But as soon as my pocketbook is empty

Not a friend on this earth can be found

I wrote my little woman a letter good people

And I told her I was in jail

She sent me back an answer

Sayin honey I'm a coming go your bail

This old jail house this evening good people

Forty dollars won't pay my fine

Corn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy

And my woman is troubling my mind

Well I've got plenty of money in good people

Lord I would not be here today

At home I cannot stay

Go dig a hole in the meadow good people

Make it deep in that cold cold ground

Then gather around all you kind friends

And see this poor rounder go down

And when I'm dead and they buried me

With my pale face turned to the sun

Will you stand around and moan little woman

And think of the way you have done