paroles de chanson Country Blues - Doc Watson
Come
all
you
good
time
people
While
I've
got
money
to
spend
Tomorrow
might
be
Monday
And
I'd
neither
have
a
dollar
nor
a
friend
Well
I've
got
plenty
of
money
in
my
pocket
My
good
time
friends
are
around
But
as
soon
as
my
pocketbook
is
empty
Not
a
friend
on
this
earth
can
be
found
I
wrote
my
little
woman
a
letter
good
people
And
i
told
her
i
was
in
jail
She
sent
me
back
an
answer
Sayin
honey
I'm
a
coming
go
your
bail
But
I'm
still
walking
round
This
old
jail
house
this
evening
Forty
dollars
won't
pay
my
fine
Corn
whiskey
has
surrounded
my
body
poor
boy
And
my
woman
is
troubling
my
mind
Lord
my
daddy
told
me
a
pretty
good
people
And
my
momma
she
told
me
more
Said
son
if
you
don't
quit
your
rowdy
ways
You'll
have
trouble
at
your
door
If
it
wasn't
for
heartaches
and
trouble
good
people
Lord
i
would
not
be
here
today
I
will
ramble
this
whole
world
over
At
home
i
cannot
stay
Give
me
corn
bread
On
the
table
when
I'm
hungry
Something
tall
and
cool
when
I'm
dry
And
a
true
loving
woman
to
stand
by
me
Sweet
heaven
when
i
die
Go
dig
a
hole
in
the
meadow
good
people
Make
it
deep
in
that
cold
cold
ground
Then
gather
around
all
you
kind
friends
And
see
this
poor
rounder
go
down
And
when
I'm
dead
and
they
buried
me
With
my
pale
face
turned
to
the
sun
Will
you
stand
around
and
moan
little
woman
And
think
of
the
way
you
have
done
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