Come all
You good time people
While I have money to spend
Tomorrow
Might be Monday
And I neither have a dollar nor a friend
When I had plenty of good 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
I've gambled all over Kentucky, good people
I've gambled part of the way through Spain
Going back to old Virginia
For to gamble my last card game
Last time I seen my little woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She's a drinking down her trouble
With a low-down sorry man
I wrote my woman a letter, good people
I told her I was in jail
She wrote me back an answer
Saying "Honey, I'm a-coming 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, poor boy
Pretty women is a-troubling my mind
Boys, if you don't quit your drinking
Some time you'll be just like me
A working out your living
In the penitentiary
Oh my daddy taught me a-plenty, good people
My mama, she told me more
If I didn't quit my rowdy ways
I'd have trouble at my door
In the bottom of the whisky glass
The lurking devil dwells
It burns your breast to drink it, boys
It'll send your soul to Hell
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
And my pale face turned to the sun
You can come around and mourn, little woman
And think the way you have done