Darling Corey

D

Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow

Am

Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground

D      G

Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow

Am      D

We’re going to lay darling Corey down


Well, now the first time I seen darling Corey ,she was a standing on the banks of the sea.

A 45 Pistol on her forearm and a banjo on her knee.


Chorus


Wake up, wake up, darling Corey what makes you sleep so sound?

Them darn highway robbers a coming their going to tear your playhouse down.


Chorus


Wake up, wake up Darlin Corey and go get me my gun

I ain’t no man for fightin’ But I’ll die before I run.


Chorus


Can’t you hear those bluebirds a singing? Don’t you hear that mournful sound?

They’re preaching darling Corey’s funeral in some lonesome graveyard ground.