Wake up, wake up, darlin' Corey. What makes you sleep so sound? When them reveenooers are comin' For to tear your still house down. Well the first time I seen darlin' Corey She was settin' by the side of the sea, With a forty-four strapped across her bosom And a banjo on her knee. Refrain: Dig a hole, dig a hole, in the medder Dig a hole, in the col' col' groun' Dig a hole, dig a hole in the medder Goin' ter lay darlin' Corey down. The next time I seen darlin' Corey She was standin' in the still-house door With her shoes and stockin's in her han' An' her feet all over the floor.

Go `way, go `way, darlin' Corey. Quit hangin' roun' my bed. Hard likker has ruined my body. Pretty wimmen has killed me mos' dead. Wake up, wake up my darlin'; Go do the best you can. I've got me another woman; You can get you another man. Oh yes, oh yes my darlin' I'll do the best I can, But I'll never take my pleasure With another gamblin' man. Don' you hear them blue-birds singin'? Don' you hear that mournful sound? They're preachin' Corey's funeral In some lonesome buryin' groun'.

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