Poor Rambler

Lyrics
Come and gather around me, good people My life I must reveal Well, tomorrow might have been different And I know how my darling ought to feel Well, that last time I saw my woman Had a wine glass in her hand She was drinking down her troubles With a low-down sorry man Well, I wrote my Momma a letter And I told her I was in jail Well, she wrote me back in a hurry Saying, 'Honey, I'm gonna come and throw your bail' Well I'm laying round this old jailhouse Forty dollars will pay my fine Pretty women swarming all around me Marijuana has destroyed my mind Well, give me cornbread when I'm hungry Corn whiskey when I'm dry Pretty women swarming all around me Sweet heaven when I die Well, my Daddy taught me plenty And my Momma, she taught me more She said if I didn't quit my rowdy ways I'd have trouble knocking at my door And when my Earthly trials are over Throw my cold dead body in the sea Well, tell that false-hearted lover of mine That the whales are gonna fuss over me Give me cornbread when I'm hungry Corn whiskey when I'm dry Pretty women swarming all around me Sweet heaven when I die
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Credits
- Writers
- Curly Ray Cline
- Ralph Stanley