Darling Corey

Traditional, arr. by Crooked Still

[ cross-picked, refrain after each verse as you feel ]

Wake up wake up darling Corey

Tell me what makes you sleep so sound

The highway robbers are coming

They're ringing around your town

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{refrain}

Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow

Dig a hole in the cold cold ground

Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow

Gonna lay darling Corey down

Go away go away darling Corey

Quit hanging around my bed

Pretty women gonna run me distracted

Corn liquor is killing me dead

Well the first time I seen darling Corey

She was standing in the door

She had her shoes and stocking in her hands

And her little feet on the floor

[ nice if no refrain from last verse ]

Well the next time I seen darling Corey

She was sitting on the banks of the sea

Had a forty-four wrapped around her body

And a banjo on her knee

Oh the last time I saw my Corey

She had a wine glass in her hand

She was drinking that sweet liquor

With a low-down gambing man

[ nice to do this one sparsely ]

Can't you hear those bluebirds a singing

Don't you hear that mournful sound

They're preaching darling Corey's funeral

In some lonesome graveyard ground

(additional/variant verses)

Oh the last time I saw Darling Corey

She had a forty-five in her hand

Said she'd kill the revenue officers

If they leave here with my man

Oh watch out for Darling Corey

Because she's a crackerjack shot

She put a bead on the tax man

And she blowed his head clean off

Wake up wake up Darlin Corey

And go and bring me my gun

I ain't no man for trouble

But the trouble's already begun

Better run, better run Darling Corey

It's best to get thee gone

Corn liquor's done ruined my body

And I don't believe I can come along

Wake up wake up Darlin Corey

And go get me my gun

I ain't no man for fightin'

But I'll die before I run

Go away, go away darling Corey

Quit hanging around my bed

Your liquor has ruined my body

Pretty women has gone to my head