Country Blues

(专辑： Doc Watson - 1964)

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

When I've got plenty of money, good people
Then my friends are all standing around
But as soon as my pocketbook is empty
Not a friend on this Earth can be found

Well, the last time I seen my little woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She's a drinking down her troubles
With a low-down, sorry man

All around this old jailhouse this evening, good people
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy
Pretty women's a-troubling my mind

My daddy told me a-plenty, good people
And my mama she told me more
Said, "Son, if you don't quit your rowdy ways"
"You'll have trouble at your door"

Well, if I'd a-listened to my mama, good people
Then I would not have been here today
But a-drinking and a-shooting and a-gambling
At home I cannot stay

Give me cornbread when I'm hungry, good people
Corn whiskey when I'm dry
Pretty women a-standing around me
Sweet Heaven when I die

Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people
Dig it deep in that cold, cold ground
Come and gather round, all you kind friends
And see this poor rounder go down

And when I'm dead and buried
With my pale face turned to the sun
Will you stand around and moan, little woman?
And think of the way you have done