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
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 Lay darling Corey down
Go away, go away, darling Corey Quit hanging around my bed Pretty women gotta run me distracted Cold 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 Darlin' 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 Darlin' Corey She was sittin' on the banks of the sea, She had a forty-four strapped across 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 my Corey, She had a wine glass in her hand She was drinking that sweet liquor With a low-down gamblin' 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 I'll lay darling Corey down
Don't you hear them bluebirds a-singing Don't you hear that mournful sound? They're preaching Corey's funeral In some 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 downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
