Come on you good time people
While I have money to spend
Well tomorrow might be Monday
And I neither have a child nor a friend
Well when I got plenty of money good people
You know my friends they are standing around
But as soon as my pocket book 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 trouble With a low down sorry man
And all around this old jail house are seated good people
Forty dollars to pay my fine Well whiskey is surrounding my body
Poor boy pretty women's a trouble in my mind
Well my daddy taught me a lesson good
people You know my mama taught me more
She said son if you don't quit your rowdy
ways You'll have trouble at your door
Well if I had listened to my mama good
people You know I would not be here today
But a drinking and a drugging and a rambling At home I cannot stay
Give me rye bread when I'm hungry
good people Black porter when I'm dry
Pretty women standing around me Sweet heaven when I die
And when I'm dead and buried With my pale face turned to the sun
Won't you gather around and grieve little
one And think on the way you have done