Tell me Darlin' Corey
What makes you sleep so sound?
The revenue officers are coming,
They're gonna tear your stillhouse down.
Well the first time i seen Darlin' Corey
Was sitting on the banks of the sea,
Had a '44 around her body
And a five string on her knee.
Go away, Go away Darlin' Corey,
Quit hanging... around my bed,
Your liquor has ruined my body
And 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 Darlin' Corey down.
Don't you hear them bluebirds singing?
Don't you hear that mournful sound?
They're preaching Darlin' Corey's funeral
In some lonesome graveyard town.
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 Darlin' Corey down.