Country Blues (feat. Darol Anger)

Now when I had plenty of money good people

All my friends would gather around

Just as soon as my pocket book was empty

Not a friend on this earth to be found

Now my Mamma, she taught me of plenty good people

And my Pop, he taught me to roll

If you don't get your rough and rowdy ways

There'll be troubles at your door

All around this old jailhouse is darn good people

40 dollars will pay my fine

All the liquor has surrounded my body

But the wind mud have troubled my mind

Now if you don't quit your drinking

Someday you'll be just like me

Working out your living

In a penned up p'tentiary

And I have dirtied very good people

And my pale face turned to the sun

You can gather round, all you fine friends

And see this around to go down