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| Wake up, wake up Darlin'
Corey What makes you sleep so sound? Them revenue officers are coming Gonna tear your still-house down The first time I saw Darlin' Corey She was standing by the banks of the sea She had a 44 pistol strapped around her And a banjo on her knee Go away, go away, Darlin' Corey, Quit hanging around my bed Pretty women run me distracted, Corn likker killing me most dead Go away, go away, Darlin' Corey Go do the best you can I found me another woman Go find you another man |
Oh yes, oh yes, my darlin', I'll do the best I can But I ain't gonna waste my pleasure On another gamblin' man The last time I saw Darlin' Corey She had a dram glass in her hand She was a drinking away her troubles With a low-down gamblin' man Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground Go dig me a hole in the meadow Gotta lay my Darlin' Corey down.
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