JP Harris - Country Blues

Oh come all you good-time people, while I’ve got money for to spend
For tomorrow might be Monday, and I’ll neither have a dollar nor a friend

Lord, when I’ve got plenty of money, good people, all my friends come standing around
But as soon as my pocketbook is empty, not a friend on this earth can be found

Oh the last time I seen my little woman, good people, she had a dram glass in her hand
She’s a-drinking to drown her troubles, with a low-down and sorry man

All around this old jailhouse I’m haunted, good people, forty dollars won’t pay my fine
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy, pretty women a-troubling my mind

Oh my father he taught me a-plenty, good people, my mother she taught me more
She said son, if you don’t quit your rowdy ways, you’ll have troubles at your door

Oh if I had’ve listened to my mother, good people, well I would not have been here today
A-drinking and a-shooting and a-gambling, at home I could not stay

So dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow, good people, dig a hole in the cold, cold ground
And gather round me good time people, and see this poor rounder go down

And when I’m dead and buried good people, with my pale face turned towards the sun
Would you walk all around little woman, and think on the ways you have done?

Written by:
JOSHUA HARRIS

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