Come all you good time people
While I have money to spend
For tomorrow might be monday
And I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend

Now when I had plenty of money
Good people my friends were gathered around
Just as soon as my pocketbook was empty
Not a friend on this earth to be found

Well I wrote my woman a letter good people
Told her I had landed in jail
She wrote me back her answer saying
Honey I got no money to go your bail

All around this old jail house is hainted
Good people, forty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn liquor has surrounded my body
Pretty women troubling my mind

Well my daddy taught me plenty good people
But my mama she taught me more
She said son if you don't quit your rough and rowdy ways
You'll have trouble at your door
Boys if you don't quit your drinking
Someday you're gonna end up like me
You'll slave away all the live long day in a dirty penitentiary

Give me cornbread when I'm hungry good people
Corn liquor when I'm dry
Give me pretty women when I'm lonesome
Boys, sweet heaven when I die
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow good people
Dig it deep in the cold, cold ground

You can gather round all you good time friends
And see this old rounder go down
And when I am dead and buried good people
With my pale face turned toward the sun
You can stand around little woman
And think of what you have done