come all you good time people
while I've got money to spend
tomorrow might be monday
and I never have a dollar nor a friendwhen I had plenty of money, good people
all my friends would gather around
just soon as my pocket book was empty
not a friend on earth could be foundthe last time I saw my little woman, good people
had a wine glass in her hand
she's drinking away all her troubles
with a lowdown sorry manmy papa taught me a plenty, good people
my mama taught me more
if I don't quit my lowdown rowdy ways
I'm gonna have more trouble at my doorI wrote my woman a letter, good people
and I told her I was in jail
she wrote me back an answer
said now honey I'm soon come and go your bailall around this old jail house is haunted, good people
forty dollars won't pay my fine
corn liquor surrounds my body
and pretty women aching my mindif I would've listened to my mama, good people
I wouldn't have been here today
drinking and shooting and gambling
at home I could not staydig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
dig a hole in the ground
when I'm dead and buried, my pale face turned toward the sun
you can come and see the way you have donegive me corn bread when I'm hungry, good people
corn whisky when I'm dry
pretty women surrounding my body
and bring me heaven when I die