Come gather round me good people
My life I must review
Tomorrow could have been different
and I know how my Darlin, Lord, agrees.
When I had plenty of money
My friends were all standing round
but when my pocket book was empty
not a friend nowhere could be found
The last time I saw my little woman
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking down her troubles
with a low-down sorry man
My Daddy taught me a plenty
My Momma taught me more
If I didn't quit my rowdy ways
there'd be trouble knocking at my door.
I wrote my Mom in a letter
I told her that I was in jail.
She wrote me back in a hurry
saying Honey, I'll come and go your bail.
I'm a layin around this old jailhouse.
Forty dollars won't pay my fine.
Pouring whiskey done got my body.
Pretty women are troublin my mind.
Give me cornbread when I'm hungry.
Corn Whiskey when I'm dry.
Pretty women may swarm around me.
Sweet Heaven when I die.
So dig a hole in the meadow.
Oh, dig a hole in the ground.
Come gather round me good people
and watch this poor rambler go down.
