Dock Boggs Country Blues - Kelly Joe Phelps

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

All my friends would gather around

Just soon as my pocket book was empty

Not a friend on earth could be found

The last time I saw my little woman, good people

Had a wine glass in her hand

She’s drinking away all her troubles

With a lowdown sorry man

My papa taught me a plenty, good people

My mama taught me more

If I don’t quit my lowdown rowdy ways

I m gonna have more trouble at my door

I wrote my woman a letter, good people

And I told her I was in jail

She wrote me back an answer

Said now honey I m soon come and 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

And pretty women aching my mind

If I would’ve listened to my mama, good people

I wouldn’t have been here today

Drinking and shooting and gambling

At home I could not stay

Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow

Dig a hole in the ground

When I m dead and buried, my pale face turned toward the sun

You can come and see the way you have done

Give me corn bread when I m hungry, good people

Corn whisky when I m dry

Pretty women surrounding my body

And bring me heaven when I die