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 runTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
