Come all you good time peopleWhile I've got money to spendTomorrow might be MondayAnd I neither have a dollar nor a friendWhen I had plenty of money, good peopleMy friends are standing aroundBut as soon as my pockets are emptyNot a friend on this world could be foundLast time i saw a women, good peopleShe had a wine glass in her handShe was drinking beer [?]When I wrote my woman a letter, good peopleAnd I told her that I was in jailShe wrote back an answerSaying "Honey i´ma come and go your bail."Well in this old jailhouse, good peopleTwenty dollars won't pay my fineCorn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boysPretty woman is troubling my mindBut if you don't quit your drinkingOne day you'll be just like meYou'll be walking out and liveIn a penitentiaryWell my daddy he told me a plenty, good peopleAnd my momma she told me moreShe said "Son if you don't quit your rowdy waysYou'll have trouble at your door."Go dig in the meadow, good peopleGo dig a hole in the groundAnd come around, all you good peopleAnd reach this poor rounder go down
