Traditional bluegrass song


Come all you good time people while I have money to spend
For tomorrow might be Monday and I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend

Now when I had plenty of money good people my friends were gathered around
Just as soon as my pocketbook was empty, not a friend on this earth to be found

Well I wrote my woman a letter good people, told her I had landed in jail
She wrote me back her answer saying honey I got no money to go your bail

All around this old jail house is hainted good people, forty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn liquor has surrounded my body, pretty women troubling my mind

Well my daddy taught me plenty good people, but my mama she taught me more
She said son if you don't quit your rough and rowdy ways you'll have trouble at your door
Boys if you don't quit your drinking, someday you're gonna end up like me
You'll slave away all the live long day in a dirty penitentiary

Give me cornbread when I'm hungry good people, corn liquor when I'm dry
Give me pretty women when I'm lonesome, boys, sweet heaven when I die
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow good people, dig it deep in the cold, cold ground
You can gather round all you good time friends and see this old rounder go down
And when I am dead and buried good people with my pale face turned toward the sun
You can stand around little woman and think of what you have done


from Introducing The Local Memories, released November 29, 2014
Lead Vox- Suzy Oleson
Harmony Vox- Lucy Cochran
Banjo- Maggie MacKay
Fiddle- Lucy Cochran
Electric Guitar- Melissa Wright
Acoustic Guitar- Lucy Cochran
Mandolin- Suzy Oleson
Bass- Jessica Wilkes
Drums- Matt Bohli



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