Come all you good kind people,   I've got money to spend   Tomorrow might be Monday   And I'll have not a dollar nor a friend     When I had plenty of money   My friends they came around   Now my pocketbook is empty   There's not a friend in this world to be found     My mama taught me plenty   My father he taught me more   He said “son if you don't quit your foolish ways,   There'll be danger at your door.”     The last I seen my woman, people,   She had a wineglass in her hand   She was drinking down her trouble, people,   With a lowdown sorry man    these lyrics are submitted by Audrey33