Come all you good kind people, I've got money to spend Tomorrow might be Monday And I'll have not a dollar nor a friend When I had plenty of money My friends they came around Now my pocketbook is empty There's not a friend in this world to be found My mama taught me plenty My father he taught me more He said "son if you don't quit your foolish ways, There'll be danger at your door." The last I seen my woman, people, She had a wineglass in her hand She was drinking down her trouble, people, With a lowdown sorry man