Ricky Skaggs & Bruce Hornsby - Darling Corey Lyrics
Wake up, wake up darling CoreyWhat makes you sleep so soundThe revenue officers are comingThey're gonna tear your still house down.Well, the first time I seen darling CoreyShe was sitting on the banks of the seaHad a forty-four around her bodyAnd a banjo on her knee.Go away, go away darling CoreyQuit hanging around my bedYour liquor has ruined my bodyPretty women gone to my head.Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadowDig a hole in the cold, cold groundDig a hole, dig a hole in the meadowGonna lay darling Corey down.Can't you hear those bluebirds a singingDon't you hear that mournful soundThey're preaching darling Corey's funeralIn some lonesome graveyard ground.Wake up, wake up Darlin CoreyAnd go get me my gunI ain't no man for fightin'But I'll die before I run...