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 wineglass 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