Country Blues

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 in my pocket 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 But I'm still walking round This old jail house this evening Forty dollars won't pay my fine Corn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy And my woman is troubling my mind Lord my daddy told me a pretty good people And my momma she told me more Said son if you don't quit your rowdy ways You'll have trouble at your door If it wasn't for heartaches and trouble good people Lord I would not be here today I will ramble this whole world over At home I cannot stay Give me corn bread On the table when I'm hungry Something tall and cool when I'm dry And a true loving woman to stand by me Sweet heaven when I die 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 --- Country Blues - Doc Watson