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 my 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

A-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