[Verse 1]
Come all you good time people
While I have money to spend
Well tomorrow might be Monday
And I neither have a shilling nor a friend
[Verse 2]
Well when I've got plenty of money, good people
You know my friends they are standin' around
But as soon as my pocketbook is empty
Not a friend on this earth can be found
[Verse 3]
Well, the last time I seen my woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinkin' down her trouble
With a low-down sorry man
[Verse 4]
All around this old jailhouse are seated good people
Forty dollars to pay my fine
Well whiskey is surroundin' my body, poor boy
Pretty woman is a-troublin' my mind
[Verse 5]
Well my a he taught me a lesson, good people
You know my mama taught me more
She said, "Son, if you don't quit your rowdy ways
You'll have trouble at your door"
[Verse 6]
Well if I had listened to my mama, good people
You know I would not be here today
But a-drinkin', and a-druggin', and a-ramblin'
At home I can not stay
[Verse 7]
Give me rye bread when I'm hungry, good people
Black porter when I'm dry
Pretty woman standing around me
Sweet Heaven when I die
[Verse 8]
And when I'm dead and buried
With my pale face turned to the sun
Won't you gather around and grieve little one
And think om the way you've done
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