Country Blues

歌詞

Now come all you good kind people While I've got money to spend Tomorrow may be Monday And I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend Now when I had plenty of money, good people My friends were all standing around But as soon as my pocketbook is empty Not a friend on earth could be found My papa told me a plenty, kind people My momma told me more Said, "Honey, if you don't quit your rambling ways Find trouble at your door" Oh, if I had-a listened to my momma, good people I would not have been here today But drinking and a-ramblin' and gamblin' At home, I could not stay All around this old jail house you see me, good people Forty dollar won't pay my fine Those men have ruined my body Corn liquor have ruined my mind Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow, kind people Dig it deep in the cold, cold ground Come gather around all you kind friends And see your poor honey go down And when I'm dead and buried My pale face turned to the sun Will you stand around and mourn, little lover And think on the harm you have done?