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      when I had plenty of money, good people   all my friends would gather around   just soon as my pocket book was empty   not a friend on earth could be found      the last time I saw my little woman, good people   had a wine glass in her hand   she's drinking away all her troubles   with a lowdown sorry man      my papa taught me a plenty, good people   my mama taught me more   if I don't quit my lowdown rowdy ways   I’m gonna have more trouble at my door      I wrote my woman a letter, good people   and I told her I was in jail   she wrote me back an answer   said now honey I’m soon come and go your bail      all around this old jail house is haunted, good people   forty dollars won't pay my fine   corn liquor surrounds my body   and pretty women aching my mind      if I would've listened to my mama, good people   I wouldn't have been here today   drinking and shooting and gambling   at home I could not stay      dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow   dig a hole in the ground   when I’m dead and buried, my pale face turned toward the sun   you can come and see the way you have done      give me corn bread when I’m hungry, good people   corn whisky when I’m dry   pretty women surrounding my body   and bring me heaven when I die