Country Blues Chords by Dock Boggs
Tempo:
103.25 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
D
B
Dm
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Come on you good [D] time people, while I've got money to spend.
Tomorrow might be Monday, and I'll have a dollar and a friend.
[Dm] [D]
When I had plenty of money, good people, my friend was standing around.
She had dessert in her pocket, but it was empty.
[Bm] Not a friend [D] on earth to be found.
Last time I seen my little woman, good people, she had a wine glass in her hand.
She was drinking down her troubles with a low down sorry man.
[Dm] Oh [Bm]
my daddy taught me [Dm] a plenty good [Bm] people, my mama [B] she taught me more.
If I didn't quit my [Bm] rally we'd have [B] trouble at my [D] door.
I wrote my woman a letter good [Bm] people, I told her [A] I was in jail.
[D] She wrote me back an answer saying honey I'm a come to go your bail.
All around so jail house it ain't it good people, forty dollars won't pay my fine.
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy, pretty women is a trouble in my mind.
Give me corn bread when I'm hungry good people, corn whiskey when I'm drunk.
Pretty women are standing around me, sweet heaven when I die.
[Dm]
[D]
If I'd have listened to my mama good people, I wouldn't have been here today.
But a drinking and a shooting [B] and a gambling [Bm] at home [B] I cannot say.
Go dig a hole in the middle good [Bm] people, go dig [B] a hole in the ground.
[Dm] Come around all you good [Bm] people and see this [B] poor rounder go down.
[D] When I am dead and buried my pale face turn to the sun.
You can come around and mourn little woman and think the way you have done.
[Ab]
Tomorrow might be Monday, and I'll have a dollar and a friend.
[Dm] [D]
When I had plenty of money, good people, my friend was standing around.
She had dessert in her pocket, but it was empty.
[Bm] Not a friend [D] on earth to be found.
Last time I seen my little woman, good people, she had a wine glass in her hand.
She was drinking down her troubles with a low down sorry man.
[Dm] Oh [Bm]
my daddy taught me [Dm] a plenty good [Bm] people, my mama [B] she taught me more.
If I didn't quit my [Bm] rally we'd have [B] trouble at my [D] door.
I wrote my woman a letter good [Bm] people, I told her [A] I was in jail.
[D] She wrote me back an answer saying honey I'm a come to go your bail.
All around so jail house it ain't it good people, forty dollars won't pay my fine.
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy, pretty women is a trouble in my mind.
Give me corn bread when I'm hungry good people, corn whiskey when I'm drunk.
Pretty women are standing around me, sweet heaven when I die.
[Dm]
[D]
If I'd have listened to my mama good people, I wouldn't have been here today.
But a drinking and a shooting [B] and a gambling [Bm] at home [B] I cannot say.
Go dig a hole in the middle good [Bm] people, go dig [B] a hole in the ground.
[Dm] Come around all you good [Bm] people and see this [B] poor rounder go down.
[D] When I am dead and buried my pale face turn to the sun.
You can come around and mourn little woman and think the way you have done.
[Ab]
Key:
Bm
D
B
Dm
A
Bm
D
B
_ _ _ _ Come on you good [D] time people, _ while I've got money to spend.
_ Tomorrow might be Monday, and I'll have a dollar and a friend. _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ When I had plenty of money, good people, my friend was standing around.
She had dessert in her pocket, but it was empty.
[Bm] Not a friend [D] on earth to be found.
_ Last time I seen my little woman, good people, she had a wine glass in her hand.
She was drinking down her troubles with a low down sorry man.
[Dm] Oh _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ my daddy taught me [Dm] a plenty good [Bm] people, _ my mama [B] she taught me more.
If I didn't quit my [Bm] rally we'd have [B] trouble at my [D] door.
I wrote my woman a letter good [Bm] people, _ I told her [A] I was in jail.
[D] _ She wrote me back an answer saying honey I'm a come to go your bail. _ _
All around so jail house it ain't it good people, forty dollars won't pay my fine.
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy, pretty women is a trouble in my mind.
_ Give me corn bread when I'm hungry good people, corn whiskey when I'm drunk.
Pretty women are standing around me, sweet heaven when I die.
_ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
If I'd have listened to my mama good people, I wouldn't have been here today.
But a drinking and a shooting [B] and a gambling [Bm] at home [B] I cannot say.
_ _ Go dig a hole in the middle good [Bm] people, go dig [B] a hole in the ground.
[Dm] Come around all you good [Bm] people and see this [B] poor rounder go down.
[D] When I am dead and buried _ my pale face turn to the sun.
You can come around and mourn little woman and think the way you have done. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ Tomorrow might be Monday, and I'll have a dollar and a friend. _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ When I had plenty of money, good people, my friend was standing around.
She had dessert in her pocket, but it was empty.
[Bm] Not a friend [D] on earth to be found.
_ Last time I seen my little woman, good people, she had a wine glass in her hand.
She was drinking down her troubles with a low down sorry man.
[Dm] Oh _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ my daddy taught me [Dm] a plenty good [Bm] people, _ my mama [B] she taught me more.
If I didn't quit my [Bm] rally we'd have [B] trouble at my [D] door.
I wrote my woman a letter good [Bm] people, _ I told her [A] I was in jail.
[D] _ She wrote me back an answer saying honey I'm a come to go your bail. _ _
All around so jail house it ain't it good people, forty dollars won't pay my fine.
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy, pretty women is a trouble in my mind.
_ Give me corn bread when I'm hungry good people, corn whiskey when I'm drunk.
Pretty women are standing around me, sweet heaven when I die.
_ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
If I'd have listened to my mama good people, I wouldn't have been here today.
But a drinking and a shooting [B] and a gambling [Bm] at home [B] I cannot say.
_ _ Go dig a hole in the middle good [Bm] people, go dig [B] a hole in the ground.
[Dm] Come around all you good [Bm] people and see this [B] poor rounder go down.
[D] When I am dead and buried _ my pale face turn to the sun.
You can come around and mourn little woman and think the way you have done. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
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