“Country Blues/Hustling Gamblers” (Dock Boggs) - Oldtime/Blues Banjo скачать в хорошем качестве

“Country Blues/Hustling Gamblers” (Dock Boggs) - Oldtime/Blues Banjo

The signature tune of the bonafide motherfuckin’ blues banjo master. tuned to Omie Wise tuning, f#CGAD down a whole step to eBbFGC Lyrics from Weenie Campbell: Come all you good-time people, while I have money to spend Tomorrow might be Monday, and I neither have a dollar nor a friend When I had plenty of money, good people, my friends were all standing around Just as soon as my pocketbook was empty, not a friend on earth to be found I've gambled all over Kentucky, good people, I've gambled part of the way through Spain Goin' back to old Virginia, for to gamble my last card game Last time I seen my little woman, good people, she had a wine glass in her hand She's a-drinking down her troubles with a low-down sorry man I wrote my woman a letter, good people, I told her I was in jail She wrote me back an answer, saying, "Honey, I'm-a come to go your bail." All around this old jailhouse is hanted, good people, forty dollars won't pay my fine Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy, pretty women is a-troubling my mind Boys, if you don't quit your drinking, some time you'll be just like me A-workin' out your living in the state penitentiary Oh, my Daddy taught me a-plenty, good people, and my Mama, she told me more If I ever didn't quit my rowdy way, that I have trouble at my door In the bottom of the whiskey glass, the lurking devil dwells It burns your breast to drink it, boys, it'll send your soul to hell Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people, go dig a hole in the ground Come around all you good people, and see this poor rounder go down When I am dead and buried and my pale face turned to the sun You can come around and mourn, little woman, and think the way you have done