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 But my mama, she taught me more She said, son if you don’t quit your rowdy ways You’ll have trouble at your door 
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 
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 
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