Poor Rambler

G Come and gather around me good people D7 G My life I must reveal G Well tomorrow might have been different D7 G And I know how my darling ought to feel G Well that last time I saw my woman D7 G She had a wine glass in her hand G She was drinking down her troubles D7 G With a low down sorry man G Well I wrote my Momma a letter D7 G And I told her I was in jail G Well she wrote me back in a hurry D7 G Saying honey I'm gonna come and throw your bail G Well I'm a laying around in this old jail house D7 G Forty dollars will pay my fine G Pretty women swarming all around me D7 G Marijuana has destroyed my mind G Give me corn bread when I'm hungry D7 G Corn whiskey when I'm dry G Pretty women swarming all around me D7 G Sweet Heaven when I die G D7 G G D7 G G D7 G G D7 G G Well my Daddy taught me plenty D7 G And my Momma she taught me more G She said if I didn't quit my rowdy ways D7 G I'd have trouble knocking at my door G When my Earthly trials are over D7 G Throw my cold dead body in the sea G Tell that false hearted lover of mine D7 G That the whales are gonna fuss over me G Give me corn bread when I'm hungry D7 G Corn whiskey when I'm dry G Pretty women swarming all around me D7 G Sweet Heaven when I die G D7 G G D7 G G D7 G G D7 G G D7 G G D7 G