There's a pine log shack in the mountains. That's where my Corey dwells
She makes the finest mash liquor. What she doesn't drink she sells
Well, the first time I seen darlin' Corey she was weavin' through the woods
With a kerosene lantern on her shoulder and a satchel full of goods
Please do drop down next Monday. Please bring me a jug or five
When the sun comes up on Tuesday don't figure to be alive
Don't care if you are livin'. Don't care if you are dead
If you're gonna drink my product then I'm gonna take your bread. (Frail, pardner)
Well, the last time I seen darlin' Corey, she was wand'rin' through the weeds
With a government man behind her. Gonna grab her for her deeds
Wake up, wake up, darlin' Corey. What makes you sleep so sound? The revenue officer's a comin', gonna tear your still house down