Debra Cowan - Darlin' Corey lyrics

Wake up, wake up, Darlin' Corey What makes you sleep so sound? Them revenue officers a'comin' For to tear your still-house down Well the first time I saw Darlin' Corey She had a winegla** in her hand She'd been drinkin that cold hard liquor With a low down sorry man And the next time I saw Darlin' Corey She was standin' on the banks of the sea She had forty-fours strapped around her body And a banjo on her knee And the last time I saw Darlin' Corey She was standin' in the still-house door With her shoes and stockin's in her hand An' her feet all over the floor Go and dig me a hole in the meadow A hole in the cold, cold ground Go and dig me a hole in the meadow Just to lay Darlin' Corey down