Country Blues from Hay Blackbird by Hay Blackbird

Come all you good time people
While I’ve got money to spend
Because tomorrow might be Monday
And I’ll neither have a dollar or a friend

When I’ve got plenty of money good people
My friends are all standing around
But as soon as my pocketbook is empty
Not a friend on this Earth can be found

The last time I saw my little woman good people
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking down her troubles
With a low down, sorry man

All around this old jailhouse you’ll see me good people
Forty dollars won’t pay my fine
Corn whisky has surrounded my body poor boy
Pretty women’s a-troublin’ my mind

My mama told me of plenty good people
And my Papa he told me more
He said son if you don’t quit your rowdy ways
There’ll be trouble at your door

Well, if I’d have listened to my mama good people
Then I wouldn’t have been here today
But a-drinkin’ and a-shootin’ and a-gamblin’
At home I could not stay

Give me cornbread when I’m hungry good people…
Corn whisky when I’m dry
Pretty women a-standin’ all around me
Sweet Heaven when I die

Go and dig a hole in the meadow good people
Dig it deep in the cold, hard ground
Come gather all around now you fine friends
And see this old rounder go down

And when I’m dead and buried
My pale face turned to the sun
Will you stand around and moan little woman
And see now just what you have done

• Acoustic
• americana
• bluegrass
• country
• folk
• old-time stringband
• Bishop