Wake up, wake up darlin cory Tell me what makes you sleep so sound The revenue officers are comin Gonna tear your still house down 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 darlin cory down Oh the first time I saw darlin cory She was standin in the door She had her shoes and her stockings in her hand And her little bare feet on the floor Oh the next time I saw darlin cory She was standin by the banks of the sea She had a 44 strapped around her body And a banjo on her knee Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow... Oh the last time I saw darlin cory She had a wine glass in her hand She was drinkin that sweet liquor With a low down gamblin man Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow...