Poor Rambler

Come and gather around me good people My life I must reveal Tomorrow might have been different And I know how my darling ought to feel When I had plenty of money My friends were all standing around But when my pocketbook was empty Not a friend no nearer could be found 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 My daddy taught me a plenty My momma she taught me more If I didn't quit my rowdy ways I'd have trouble knocking at my door I wrote my momma a letter I told her I was in jail She wrote me back in a hurry Saying honey I'm gonna come and throw your bail I'm a laying around in this old jail house Forty dollars would pay my fine Corn whiskey done got my body Pretty women are troublin' my mind Give me cornbread when I'm hungry Corn whiskey when I'm dry Pretty women may swarming all around me Sweet heaven when I die Go dig a hole in the meadow Go dig a hole in the ground Come gather around me good people And watch this poor rambler go down --- Poor Rambler - Ralph Stanley