Country Blues
Doc Watson Lyrics

Come all you good time people
Addressing the people to join in his good times

While I've got money to spend
As long as he has money

Tomorrow might be Monday
There's no certainty over what future holds

And I'd neither have a dollar nor a friend
He'd be devoid of money and friends both

Well I've got plenty of money in my pocket
Currently he's laden with money

My good time friends are around
His friends are always around him in times of prosperity

But as soon as my pocketbook is empty
His friends' loyalty would vanish as soon as he runs out of money

Not a friend on this earth can be found
Not even one friend would lend him a helping hand in his misery

I wrote my little woman a letter good people
He wrote a letter to his beloved

And I told her I was in jail
He was in jail and wrote to inform his woman about it

She sent me back an answer
His woman replied back to him

Sayin honey I'm a coming go your bail
That she had enough money to pay for his release from jail

But I'm still walking round
He's still trapped in the jail yard

This old jail house this evening
His current situation

Forty dollars won't pay my fine
The amount to pay off his fine was way beyond his capacity

Corn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy
He got heavily addicted to cheap corn whiskey out of desperation, which took its toll on his body

And my woman is troubling my mind
He's worried about his woman back home.

Lord my daddy told me a pretty good people
His father gave him great advice about life.

And my momma she told me more
His mother also gave him valuable insights for a good life.

Said son if you don't quit your rowdy ways
If he didn't transform his wild, reckless ways

You'll have trouble at your door
He'll face troubles you cannot handle later in his life

If it wasn't for heartaches and trouble good people
He would've never experienced the world as he has today.

Lord I would not be here today
If things had gone smooth with him

I will ramble this whole world over
He will travel all around the world

At home I cannot stay
He cannot stay put in one place for too long

Give me corn bread
Corn bread represents some of the fundamental things he'd require

On the table when I'm hungry
During times of hunger and unavailability of food sources

Something tall and cool when I'm dry
He looks for hydration when thirsty

And a true loving woman to stand by me
The presence of a loving woman to share the ups and downs with him

Sweet heaven when I die
When he passes away from this world, he wishes to go to Heave

Go dig a hole in the meadow good people
Refers to his grave

Make it deep in that cold cold ground
A deep grave that'll keep his remains resting peacefully

Then gather around all you kind friends
His request to all his close friends

And see this poor rounder go down
To witness the end of his journey

And when I'm dead and they buried me
Once he is buried underground forever.

With my pale face turned to the sun
His face will be pale as he'll be dead

Will you stand around and moan little woman
He wants to know if his woman will lament his death

And think of the way you have done
To think about how she's lived with him all this while