Beefsteak when I’m hungry, whiskey when I’m dry
Greenbacks when I’m hard-up and Sweet heaven when I die

When I was down in that old jailhouse my friends all walkin' on by
Nobody came ‘round to see about me an I couldn’t help but wonder why

Beefsteak when I’m hungry, whiskey when I’m dry
Greenbacks when I’m hard-up, Sweet heaven when I die

>Flat top guitar solo<

Pappy was a ramblin’ man, and he gambled from town to town
I’m a-gonna be a rambler boys, ain’t never gonna settle down

Beefsteak when I’m hungry, whiskey when I’m dry
Greenbacks when I’m hard-up, Sweet heaven when I die

> Fiddlе break <

Hold me when I’m sad and bluе, oh baby, kiss me when I cry
All I want is a pretty little girl to love me ‘til the day that I die

Beefsteak when I’m hungry, whiskey when I’m dry
Greenbacks when I’m hard-up, Sweet heaven when I die

Sweet heaven when I die


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From the album:
The Original Folkways Recordings Of Doc Watson And Clarence Ashley (1960 Through 1962)
© 1994 Smithsonian/Folkways Recordings