Crooked Still - Darling Corey

Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
Tell me, what makes you sleep so sound
The highway robbers are coming
They're ringing around your town

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
Lay darling Corey down

Go away, go away, darling Corey
Quit hanging around my bed
Pretty women gotta run me distracted
Cold liquor is killing me dead

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

Oh the first time I saw Darlin' Corey
She was standing in the door
She had her shoes and her stockings in her hands
And her little bare feet on the floor

Oh the next time I saw Darlin' Corey
She was sittin' on the banks of the sea,
She had a forty-four strapped across her body
And a banjo on her knee.

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

Oh last time I saw my Corey,
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking that sweet liquor
With a low-down gamblin' man

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
I'll lay darling Corey down

Don't you hear them bluebirds a-singing
Don't you hear that mournful sound?
They're preaching Corey's funeral
In some lonesome graveyard ground

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