Come on, all you good time people,   when I've got money to spend;   tomorrow might be a Monday,   and I'd neither have a dollar nor a friend.      When I had plenty of money, good people,   my friends were all standing around,   but as soon as my pocketbook is empty,   not a friend on Earth to be found.   Alright!      My momma taught me a-plenty, good people;   my papa taught me more.   "If you don't quit your rowdy ways,   there'll trouble at your door."      Give me corn bread when I'm hungry, good people,   corn whiskey when I'm dry.   Pretty women surround my body, poor boy,   sweet Heaven when i die.   Alright!