Country Blues

歌詞

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 My mama, she taught me more If I didn't quit my rowdy ways Have trouble at my door I wrote my woman a letter, good people I told her I's in jail She wrote me back an answer Saying "Honey, I'm a-coming to go your bail" All around this old jailhouse is haunted, good people Forty dollars won't pay my fine Corn whisky has surrounded my body, poor boy Pretty women is a-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'd a-listened to my mama, good people I wouldn't have been 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 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