Come all you good time people
While I’ve have money to spend
Well tomorrow might be Monday
And I neither have a shilling nor a friend
Well when I’ve got plenty of money, good people
You know my friends they are 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 woman, good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking down her troubles
With a low-down sorry man
All around this old jailhouse are seated good people
Forty dollars to pay my fine
Well whiskey has surrounding my body, poor boy
Pretty woman is a-troubling my mind
Well my Da he taught me a lesson, good people
You know my mama taught me more
Said, “Son, if you don’t quit your rowdy ways
You’ll have trouble at your door
Well if I had listened to my mama, good people
You know I would not been here today
But a-drinkin’, and a-druggin’, and a-ramblin’
At home I can not stay
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
And when I’m dead and buried
With my pale face turned to the sun
Want you gather around and grieve little one
And think of the way you have done.
