Country Blues by Dock Boggs Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Come all you good time people
While I've got money to spend
Tomorrow might be Monday
And I never have a dollar nor a friend
[Verse 2]
When I had plenty of money, good people
My friends were standing around
Just soon as my pocketbook was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found
[Verse 3]
The last time I saw my little woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking down her troubles
With a lowdown sorry man
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
I wrote my woman a letter, good people
I told her I was in jail
She wrote me back an answer
Said, "Honey, I'm-a come to go your bail"
[Verse 6]
All around this old jail house is haunted, good people
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn liquor surrounds my body, poor boy
And pretty women is a-troubling my mind
[Verse 7]
Give me cornbread when I'm hungry, good people
Corn whiskey when I'm dry
Pretty women are standing around me
And bring me heaven when I die
[Verse 8]
If I would've 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 could not stay
[Verse 9]
So 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
[Verse 10]
When I'm dead and buried
My pale face turned toward the sun
You can come around and mourn, little woman
And think the way you have done
Come all you good time people
While I've got money to spend
Tomorrow might be Monday
And I never have a dollar nor a friend
[Verse 2]
When I had plenty of money, good people
My friends were standing around
Just soon as my pocketbook was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found
[Verse 3]
The last time I saw my little woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking down her troubles
With a lowdown sorry man
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
I wrote my woman a letter, good people
I told her I was in jail
She wrote me back an answer
Said, "Honey, I'm-a come to go your bail"
[Verse 6]
All around this old jail house is haunted, good people
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn liquor surrounds my body, poor boy
And pretty women is a-troubling my mind
[Verse 7]
Give me cornbread when I'm hungry, good people
Corn whiskey when I'm dry
Pretty women are standing around me
And bring me heaven when I die
[Verse 8]
If I would've 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 could not stay
[Verse 9]
So 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
[Verse 10]
When I'm dead and buried
My pale face turned toward the sun
You can come around and mourn, little woman
And think the way you have done