The Chieftains - Country Blues lyrics

Come all you good, kind people While I've got money to spend Tomorrow might be Monday And I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend When I've got plenty of money, good people My friends are all standing around Just as soon as my pocketbook is empty Not a friend on this earth can be found The last time I seen that dear woman, good people She had a wine gla** in her hand She's a-drinking down her troubles With a lowdown, sorry, no good man My daddy told me a plenty 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 All around this old jailhouse this evening, good people Forty dollars will pay my fine Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy Pretty women look trump in my mind If I'd a-listened to my momma, good people I would not be here today But a-drinking and a-shooting and a-gambling At home I cannot stay Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people Make it deep in that cold, cold ground Come gather around all you kind friends And see this poor rounder go down