Luke Abbott - Country Blues lyrics

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

Now when I had plenty of money, good people
My friends were all standing around
Just as soon as my pocketbook was empty
Not a friend on this earth to be found

Well, my papa taught me a-plenty, good people
My mama, she told me more
Saying, son if you don't quit your rough and rowdy ways
You'll have trouble at your door

Well I wrote my woman a letter, good people
Told her I had landed in jail
She wrote me back her answer
Saying, honey I've no money 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
Pretty women a-troubling my mind

Boys, if you don't quit your drinking
Someday you'll be just like me
A workin' out your living
In a penitentiary

Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people
Dig a hole in that cold, cold ground
You can gather around all you good-time friends
And see this poor rounder go down

And when I am dead and buried, good people
My pale face turned to the sun
You can stand around and mourn, little woman
And think of the way you have done