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Come gather 'round me good people
My life I must reveal
Tomorrow could have been different
And I know how my darlin's ought to feel
When I had plenty of money
My friends were all standin' around
But when my pocketbook was empty
Not a friend on earth could be found
The last time I saw my little woman
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinkin' down her troubles
With a low down sorry man
My daddy taught me plenty
My mama she taught me more
If I didn't quit my rowdy ways
There'd be trouble a-knockin' at my door
I wrote my woman a letter
I told her that I was in jail
She wrote me back in a hurry
Sayin' "Honey I'll come and go to bail"
I'm a-layin' around this old jailhouse
Forty dollars will pay my fine
Corn whiskey's done and got my body
Pretty women are troublin' my mind
Go dig a hole in the meadow
Dig me a hole in the ground
Come gather 'round me good people
And watch this poor bounder go down