Come all you good time people

While I have money to spend

Tomorrow might be Monday

And I neither have a dollar nor a friend

When I had plenty of money, good people

My friends were all standing around

Just as soon as my pocketbook was empty

Not a friend on earth to be found

I've gambled all over Kentucky good people

I've gambled part of the way through Spain

Goin' back to old Virginia

For to gamble my last card game

Last time I seen my little woman, good people

She had a wine glass in her hand

She's a-drinkin' down her troubles

With a low-down, sorry man

I wrote my woman a letter, good people

I told her I's in jail

She wrote me back and answered sayin'

"Honey, I'm a comin' to go your bail"

All around this ol' jailhouse is hated good people

40 dollars won't pay my fine

Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy

Pretty women is a-troublin' my mind

Boys, if you don't switch your drinking

Sometime you'll be just like me

A-working out your livin' in a penitentiary

Oh, my daddy taught me aplenty, good people

My mama she told me more

If ever didn't quit my rounded way

I'll have trouble at my door

In the bottom of the whiskey glass

A lurkin' devil dwell

It burns your breast to drink it, boys

It'll send your soul to hell

Go 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 am dead and buried

And my pale face turned to sun

You can come around and mourn, little woman

And think the way you have done