Chords for Doc Watson - Country Blues (Dock Boggs Cover)
Tempo:
125.3 bpm
Chords used:
C
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [C]
Come all you good time people, while I've got money to spare, for tomorrow might be Monday, and I neither have a dollar nor a
When I've got plenty of money, good people, then my friends are all standing around, but as soon as my pocketbook is empty, not a friend on this earth can be found.
Well the last time I seen my little woman, good people, she had a wine glass in her hand, she's a-drinkin' down her trouble with a lowdown sorry man.
All around this old jailhouse I see good people, forty dollars won't pay my fine, horn whiskey has surrounded my body full of bones, pretty women the trouble in my mind.
[C]
My daddy told me of plenty good people, and my mama she told me more, said son if you don't quit your rowdy ways, you'll have trouble at your door.
Well if I'd listen to my mama good people, then I would not have been here today, but a-drinkin' and a-shootin' and a-gamblin' at home I'd rather stay.
Give me cornbread when I'm hungry good people, horn whiskey when I'm dry, pretty women standing around me, sweet heaven when I die.
Oh dig a hole in the metal good people, dig it deep in that coal coal, come and gather around all you kind friends, and see that poor rounder go down.
And when I'm dead and buried with my pale face turned to dust, will you stand around and walk a little more, and think of the way you have.
Come all you good time people, while I've got money to spare, for tomorrow might be Monday, and I neither have a dollar nor a
When I've got plenty of money, good people, then my friends are all standing around, but as soon as my pocketbook is empty, not a friend on this earth can be found.
Well the last time I seen my little woman, good people, she had a wine glass in her hand, she's a-drinkin' down her trouble with a lowdown sorry man.
All around this old jailhouse I see good people, forty dollars won't pay my fine, horn whiskey has surrounded my body full of bones, pretty women the trouble in my mind.
[C]
My daddy told me of plenty good people, and my mama she told me more, said son if you don't quit your rowdy ways, you'll have trouble at your door.
Well if I'd listen to my mama good people, then I would not have been here today, but a-drinkin' and a-shootin' and a-gamblin' at home I'd rather stay.
Give me cornbread when I'm hungry good people, horn whiskey when I'm dry, pretty women standing around me, sweet heaven when I die.
Oh dig a hole in the metal good people, dig it deep in that coal coal, come and gather around all you kind friends, and see that poor rounder go down.
And when I'm dead and buried with my pale face turned to dust, will you stand around and walk a little more, and think of the way you have.
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_ Come all you good time _ people, _ _ while I've got money to spare, _ for tomorrow might be _ Monday, _ and I neither have a dollar nor a_ _ _ _
When I've got plenty of money, good people, _ then my friends are all standing around, but as soon as my pocketbook is empty, _ not a friend on this earth can be found. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Well the last time I seen my little woman, good people, she had a wine glass in her hand, _ she's a-drinkin' down her trouble _ _ with a lowdown sorry man.
_ All around this old jailhouse I see good people, _ _ forty dollars won't pay my fine, horn whiskey has surrounded my body full of bones, pretty women the trouble in my mind. _ _
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My daddy told me of plenty good people, _ and my mama she told me more, said son if you don't quit your rowdy ways, you'll have trouble at your door.
_ Well if I'd listen to my mama good people, _ then I would not have been here today, but a-drinkin' and a-shootin' and a-gamblin' _ _ at home I'd rather stay. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Give me cornbread when I'm hungry good people, _ horn whiskey when I'm dry, pretty women standing around me, sweet heaven when I die. _
Oh dig a hole in the metal good people, _ dig it deep in that coal coal, _ come and gather around all you kind friends, and see that poor rounder go down. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And when I'm dead and buried _ _ with my pale face turned to dust, will you stand around and walk a little more, _ _ and think of the way you have. _ _ _
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_ Come all you good time _ people, _ _ while I've got money to spare, _ for tomorrow might be _ Monday, _ and I neither have a dollar nor a_ _ _ _
When I've got plenty of money, good people, _ then my friends are all standing around, but as soon as my pocketbook is empty, _ not a friend on this earth can be found. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Well the last time I seen my little woman, good people, she had a wine glass in her hand, _ she's a-drinkin' down her trouble _ _ with a lowdown sorry man.
_ All around this old jailhouse I see good people, _ _ forty dollars won't pay my fine, horn whiskey has surrounded my body full of bones, pretty women the trouble in my mind. _ _
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My daddy told me of plenty good people, _ and my mama she told me more, said son if you don't quit your rowdy ways, you'll have trouble at your door.
_ Well if I'd listen to my mama good people, _ then I would not have been here today, but a-drinkin' and a-shootin' and a-gamblin' _ _ at home I'd rather stay. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Give me cornbread when I'm hungry good people, _ horn whiskey when I'm dry, pretty women standing around me, sweet heaven when I die. _
Oh dig a hole in the metal good people, _ dig it deep in that coal coal, _ come and gather around all you kind friends, and see that poor rounder go down. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And when I'm dead and buried _ _ with my pale face turned to dust, will you stand around and walk a little more, _ _ and think of the way you have. _ _ _
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