Come all you good time people While I've got money to spend For tomorrow might be Monday And I'd neither have a dollar nor a friend Well I've got plenty of money, good people And my friends are all standing around But as soon as my pocketbook is empty Not a friend on this earth can be found Well, the last time I seen my woman, good people She had a wine glass in her hand She was drinking down her troubles With a low-down sorry man Around this old jailhouse this evening, good people Forty dollars won't pay my fine Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy Pretty woman is a-troubling my mind My daddy told me a plenty, good people And my mama she told me more Said, " Son, if you don't quit your rowdy ways You'll have trouble at your door Well a-fine, I'd a-listen to my mama, good people Then I would not been here today But a-drinkin', and a-shootin', and a-gamblin' At home I can not stay Give me cornbread when I'm hungry, good people Corn whiskey when I'm dry Pretty woman a-standing around me Sweet heaven when I die Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people Dig it deep in that cold, cold ground Come and give 'er around all you kind friends And see this poor rounder go down And when I'm dead and buried With my pale face turned to the sun Will you stand around and moan, little woman And think of the way you have done