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 my friends were standing around just soon as my pocketbook was empty not a friend on earth to be found the last time i saw my little woman good people she had a wine glass in her hand she was drinking down her troubles with a lowdown sorry man oh my daddy taught me a plenty good people my mama she taught me more if i didn t quit my rowdy ways have trouble at my door i wrote my woman a letter good people i told her i was in jail she wrote me back an answer said honey i m a come to 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 poor boy and pretty women is a troubling my mind give me cornbread when i m hungry good people corn whiskey when i m dry pretty women are standing around me and bring me heaven when i die  if i would ve listened to my mama good people i wouldn t have been here today but a drinking and a shooting and a gambling at home i could not stay so dig a hole in the meadow good people go dig a hole in the ground come around all you good people and see this poor rounder go down when i m dead and buried my pale face turned toward the sun you can come around and mourn little woman and think the way you have done