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Crooked Still

Darling Corey

 

Darling Corey

(album: Hop High - 2004)


Wake up, wake up darling Corey
Tell me what makes you sleep so sound?
Them highway robbers are coming
They're ringing around your town

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

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

Oh, the first time I saw darling Corey
She was standing in the door
She had her shoes and her stockings in her hands
And her little bare feet on the floor

Oh, the next time I saw darling Corey
She was sitting on the banks of the sea
She had a forty-four strapped around her body
And a banjo on her knee

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

Oh, last time I saw darling Corey
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking that sweet liquor
With a low-down, gambling man

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

Don't you hear those bluebirds singing?
Don't you hear that mournful sound?
They're preaching Corey's funeral
In the lonesome graveyard ground

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

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