Darlin' Corey feat. Bruce Hornsby

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 on the banks of the sea
Had a forty-four around her body
And a banjo 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, cold ground
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay darling Corey down.

Can't you hear those bluebirds a singing
Don't you hear that mournful sound
They're preaching darling Corey's funeral
In some lonesome graveyard ground.

Wake up, wake up Darlin Corey
And go get me my gun
I ain't no man for fightin'
But I'll die before I run...