Poor Rambler

I wrote my mama a letter, I told her that I was in jail
She wrote me back in a hurry, saying
"Honey, I'll come and lower your bail"
I'm laying around this old jailhouse, forty dollars will blow my fine
Prisoner has done got my body, pretty women are troubling 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

Go dig a hole in the meadow, go dig a hole in the ground
Go dig a hole in the meadow, and watch this poor rambler go down

When I had plenty of money, my friends were all gathered around
But when my pocketbook was empty, not a friend on earth could be found

Go dig a hole in the meadow, go dig a hole in the ground
Go dig a hole in the meadow, and watch this poor rambler go down

My mama, she taught me plenty, my daddy, he taught me more
Said, "Son, you don't quit your rambling ways
There'll be trouble knocking at your door"

Go dig a hole in the meadow, go dig a hole in the ground
Go dig a hole in the meadow, and watch this poor rambler go down