Darling Corey

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 hangin' 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