Darling Corey (Live)

Wake up, wake up darling Corey
 What makes you sleep so sound
 The revenue officers are coming
 They're gonna tear your still house down.
 Well, the first time I seen darling Corey
 She was sitting on the banks of the sea
 Had a forty-four around her body
 And a banjo on her knee.
 Go away, go away darling Corey
 Quit hanging around my bed
 Your liquor has ruined my body
 Pretty women gone to my head.
 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.
 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.
 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...