[gCGCD down-tuned considerably] I learned this song from George R. Gibson who learned it from his father, Mal Gibson in Knott County, KY about 1950.
Hand me down my old suitcase
And all of my dirty clothes,
Policeman comes around here tonight
Tell him I'm sleeping out of doors.
If I'd listened to what my mother said
I wouldn't have been here today,
I wouldn't have been in this old jail house
Rotting my sweet life away.
If you see my brother
Take him a letter from me,
Tell him not to ramble not to gamble
Not to leave his happy home.