Poor Rambler Sturgill Simpson

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