Say the first time I seen my little woman good people
She had a dram glass in her hand
She was drinking down her troubles With a low down sorry man
My daddy told me plenty good people My mama told me more
Says son if you don't quit your router
ways You're gonna have trouble at your door
Give me cornbread when I'm hungry
good people Corn whiskey when I'm dry
Pretty women standing around me Sweet heaven when I die
I would rather be gone to the grave
good people My cards all in my hand
Than be standing around in Nashville Like a low down sorry man
Don't you hear them blue butts singing good
people Don't you hear that lonesome sound
They're preaching down my funeral
bars All around that graveyard ground
And when I'm dead and buried good people Turn my pale face to the sun
And stand around in my little woman
And think on the way you have done