Wake up wake up darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound
The revenue officers are coming
They`re gonna tear your still-house down.
Well the first time I seen darling Corey
She was sitting by the banks of the sea
Had a forty-four around her body
And a five-string on her knee.
Go away go away darling Corey
Quit hanging around my bed
Your liquor has ruined my body
Pretty women gone to my head.
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold damp ground
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
We`re gonna lay darling Corey down.
Can`t you hear them bluebirds a-singing
Don`t you hear that mournful sound
They`re preaching darling Corey`s funeral
In some lonesome graveyard ground.