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​Country Blues

This song is by Dock Boggs and appears on the compilation Alan Lomax: Blues Songbook (2003).

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
My mama, she taught me more
If I didn't quit my rowdy ways
Have trouble at my door

I wrote my woman a letter, good people
I told her I's 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

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

If I'd a-listened to my mama, good people
I wouldn't have been here today
But a-drinking and a-shooting and a-gambling
At home I cannot stay

Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people
Go dig 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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Traditional with some verses by Dock Boggs