Wake up, wake up darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound
The revenue officers are coming
Gonna tear your still house down
Well the first time saw darling Corey
She was sitting on the banks of the sea
A forty-four around 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
I'm gonna lay my darling Corey down
Well, the next time I saw Darlin' Corey
She was standin' at the still-house door
Her boots and a stockin's in her hand
Her little bare feet on the floor.
Go away go away darling Corey
Won't you quit hanging around my bed
Corn liquor's has ruined my body
Pretty women have 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
I'm gonna lay my darling Corey down
Can't you hear those bluebirds a singing
Crying that mournful sound
They're preaching Corey's funeral
In some lonesome graveyard ground
So wake up wake up Darlin Corey
Go on and get me my gun
I'm no man for fightin'
I'll die before I run
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'm gonna lay my darling Corey down