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Come all you good kind people,
While I have money to spend,
Tomorrow might be Monday
I may neither have a dollar nor a friend.

Last time I seen my little woman, good people,
She had a wine glass in her hand,
She's a drinking down her trouble
With a low-down sorry man.

Oh my mama taught me a-plenty, good people,
My daddy told me more.
Said "son if you don't quit your drinkin'
I'd have trouble at your door."

At the bottom of a whisky glass,
The lurking devil dwells.
It'll heat your breast to drink it, boys;
It'll send your soul to Hell.

If you don't quit your drinkin' boys
You'll end up just like me
Working out your days and living
In this penitentiary.

All around this old jail house is haunted good people
$40 won't pay my fine
Corn whiskey's surrounding my body poor boys
Pretty women trouble my mind.

Thanks to Gene and Cherie Stamper for videoing this!