Alternatively, they did include that last verse on a different recording of the song which comes here (this site also provided the lyrics, so of course I found it after I transcribed them down...

http://folkmusicworldwide.com/john-cohen-new-lost-city-ramblers.html

Come all you old-time people,
While I have money for to spend.
Tomorrow may be another day,
And haven't got no money or no friend.

When I had plenty of money, good people,
I had friends come from all around.
But as soon as my pocketbook was empty,
Not a friend on earth could be found.

Well, the last time I seen my woman, good people,
Had a wine glass in her hand.
She's drinkin' down her troubles,
With some low-down sorry old man.

And my papa told me a-plenty, good people,
And my mamma, she told me more.
Said if I didn't quit my rowdy ways,
Having trouble at my door.

Well, if I had listened to my mama, good people,
Then I would not have been here today.
But shootin' and gambling and drinking,
At home, I could not stand.

All around this old jailhouse, many good people,
Forty dollars won't pay my fine.
Corn liquor has surrounded my body, poor boy,
Pretty women are troublin' my mind.

Give me cornbread when I'm hungry, good people,
Corn whiskey when I'm dry.
Pretty women standing around me,
Sweet heaven when I die.

Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people,
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground.
Come around, all you good people,
And see this old rounder go down.

When I am dead and buried, good people,
And my pale face is turned to the sun.
You can come around and mourn, little woman,
And think on the way you have done.