Debra Cowan - Darlin' Corey (trad) Lyrics
Wake up, wake up, Darlin' Corey.What makes you sleep so sound?Them revenue officers a'comin'For to tear your still-house down.Well the first time I saw Darlin' CoreyShe had a wineglass in her handShe’d been drinkin that cold hard liquorWith a low down sorry manAnd the next time I saw Darlin’ CoreyShe was standin’ on the banks of the seaShe had forty-fours strapped around her bodyAnd a banjo on her kneeAnd the last time I saw Darlin’ CoreyShe was standin' in the still-house doorWith her shoes and stockin's in her handAn' her feet all over the floor.Go and dig me a hole in the meadowA hole in the cold, cold groundGo and dig me a hole in the meadowJust to lay Darlin’ Corey down