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country blues chords by Dock Boggs

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Verse 1
(D flat major) Come all you good time people,
While I have money to spend,
Tomorrow might be Monday
And I neither have a dollar nor a friend.
Verse 2
When I had (D flat major) plenty of good money,
good people,
My friends were all standing around,
Just as soon as my pocket
book was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found.

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Verse 3
I've (D flat major) gambled all over Kentucky,
good people,
I've gambled part of the
way through Spain.
Going back to old Virginia
For to gamble my last card game.
Verse 4
Last time I (D flat major) seen my little woman,
good people,
She had a wine glass in her hand,
She's a (F sharp major) drinking (D flat major) down her trouble
Verse 5
With a low- down sorry man.
(D flat major) I wrote my woman a letter, good people,
I told her I was in jail.
She wrote me back an answer
Saying "Honey,
I'm a- coming to go your bail."
Verse 6
All around this old (D flat major) jailhouse is
haunted good people,
Forty dollars won't pay my fine.
Corn whisky has surrounded my body,
poor boy,
Pretty women is a- troubling my mind.
Verse 7
Boys, (D flat major) if you don't quit your drinking
Some time you'll be just like me;
A working out your living
Verse 8
In the penitentiary.
(D flat major)
Oh my daddy taught me a- plenty,
good people,
My mama, she told me more.
If I didn't quit my rowdy ways
I'd have trouble at my door.
Verse 9
In the bottom (D flat major) of the whisky glass,
The lurking devil dwells.
It burns your breast to drink it, boys;
It'll send your soul to Hell.
Verse 10
Go dig a hole in the (D flat major) meadow, good people,
Go did a hole in the ground.
Come around all you good people
And see this poor rounder go down.
Verse 11
When (D flat major) I am dead and buried
And my pale face turned to the sun,
You can come around and mourn,
little woman,
And think the way you have done
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