Now when I had plenty of money good people All my friends would gather around Just as soon as my pocket book was empty Not a friend on this earth to be found Now my Mamma, she taught me of plenty good people And my Pop, he taught me to roll If you don't get your rough and rowdy ways There'll be troubles at your door ♪ All around this old jailhouse is darn good people 40 dollars will pay my fine All the liquor has surrounded my body But the wind mud have troubled my mind Now if you don't quit your drinking Someday you'll be just like me Working out your living In a penned up p'tentiary ♪ And I have dirtied very good people And my pale face turned to the sun You can gather round, all you fine friends And see this around to go down