Come on all, you good time people
Well I still have money to spend
Tomorrow might be Monday
And I neither have a dollar or a friend

When I had plenty of money
My friends were all standing around
But as soon as my pockets were empty
Not a friend on this earth could be found

And it's all around this jail-house
Forty dollars will pay my fine
Corn liquor surrounded my body
Pretty women are troubling my mind

If I had a-listened to my momma
I wouldn't end up here today
A-laying around this jail-house
Just sleeping my life away

Give me cornbread I'm hungry
Givе whiskey when I'm dry
Give green backs whеn I'm hard-o
Sweet heaven when I die

Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground
Go and dig me a hole in the meadow
And just watch this poor ramble go down