Country Blues

Country Blues - Dock Boggs

Come all you good time people

While I've got money to spend

Tomorrow might be Monday

And I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend

When I had plenty of money good people

My friends were all standing around

Just as soon as my pocket book was empty

Not a friend on earth to be found

Last time I seen my little woman good people

She had a wine glass in her hand

She was drinking down her troubles

With a low-down sorry man

Oh my Daddy taught me a-plenty good people

But my Mama she taught me more

She said son if you don't quit your rowdy ways

You'll have trouble at my door

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

All around this old jailhouse is haunted good people

Forty dollars won't pay my fine

Corn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy

And pretty woman is troubling my mind

Give me corn bread when I'm hungry good people

Corn whiskey when I'm dry

Pretty women a-standing around me

Sweet heaven when I die

If I don't listen to my Mama good people

I would not be here today

But I drinking and I shooting again

At home I cannot stay

Go dig a hole in the meadow good people

Go did a hole in the ground

Come around all you good people

And see this poor rounder go down

When I am dead and buried

My pale face turned to the sun

You can come around and mourn little woman

And think the way you have done