Come all you good time people
While I've got money to spend
Tomorrow might be Monday
And I neither have a dollar nor a friend
When I had plenty of money, good people
My friends are standing around
But as soon as my pockets are empty
Not a friend on this world could be found
Last time i saw a women, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking beer [?]
When I wrote my woman a letter, good people
And I told her that I was in jail
She wrote back an answer
Saying "Honey i´ma come and go your bail."
Well in this old jailhouse, good people
Twenty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boys
Pretty woman is troubling my mind
But if you don't quit your drinking
One day you'll be just like me
You'll be walking out and live
In a penitentiary
Well my daddy he told me a plenty, good people
And my momma she told me more
She said "Son if you don't quit your rowdy ways
You'll have trouble at your door."
Go dig in the meadow, good people
Go dig a hole in the ground
And come around, all you good people
And reach this poor rounder go down
