f#DGAD relative (aka "Dock Boggs" or "Southern Texas" Tuning).
I learned this song from two recordings of Dock Boggs of Wise County, Virginia: "Hustling Gamblers/Country Blues" and "False-Hearted Lovers Blues."
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Come all you good time people while I've got the money to spend
Tomorrow might be my trial date and I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend.
When I had plenty of money my friends were all ganging around
But as soon as my pockets were empty, boys, not a friend on this earth to be found,
I gambled way out in old Tennessee and I gambled all the way up to Maine
Headed back on down to Georgia gonna gamble my last card game.
Ragged clothes falling from my body, poor boy, the wolf howling 'round my door
Let the man who wants my darling gal feel the bite of my forty-four,
I went out on the prairie, boys, and I stopped to get a drink
Took a bag of mail from standing there and I walked away in shame.
I walked away in shame, poor boy, I walked away in the rain
Took a bag of mail from standing there and I walked away in the rain,
They got their bloodhound dogs on me and they run me up a tree
Said, "Come down from there my good old be we got to take you to the penitentiary."
They took me to the railroad station and a train come a rumbling by
I looked in the window saw the woman that I love and I hung my head and I cried,
I hung my head in shame, poor boy, yes I hung my head in the rain
I looked in the window saw the woman that I love and I hung my head in shame.
Boys, if you don't quit your drinking some time you'll be just like me
A working out your living in the state penitentiary,
At the bottom of the whisky glass a lurking devil dwells
It'll burn your breath to drink it, boys, it'll send your soul to Hell.
When my earthly stay is over sink my dead body in the sea,
Go and tell my false-hearted lover that the whales will fuss over me.
Micheál Mac Labhrás
2019-01-18 17:41:07 +0000 UTCTimothy Rooney
2019-01-05 18:49:59 +0000 UTC