Bluegrass Songs - Country blues

Country blues

Come all you good time people
While I have money to spend
Tomorrow might be a monday
And I neither have a dollar of friend

When I have plenty of money
My freinds were all standing around
Just as soon as my pocket book was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found

I wrote my woman a letter
I told her I's in jail
She wrote me back an answer
Saying honey I must come to go your bail

All around this old jailhouse is haunted
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn whiskey has surrounded my bady
Pretty womans a-troublin' my mind

For if you don't quit your drinkin'
Sometime you'll be just like me
A workin' out your livin'
In the penitentiary

When I'm dead and buried
And my pale face turned to the sun
You can come around and mourn little woman
And think of what you've done