Darling Corey (Live At The American Legion Post 82)

Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound?
The revenue officers are coming
They're 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 darling Corey down

Well, the first time I saw darling Corey
She was standing on the banks of the sea
Had a .44 around her
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
Gonna lay darling Corey down

Well, the last time I saw darling Corey
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking away her troubles
With the low down sorry man

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 darling Corey down

Can't you hear them bluebirds singing?
Can't you hear that mournful sound?
They're preaching Corey's funeral
In that lonesome graveyard ground

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 darling Corey down

Here's another old tune that I learned when I was quite young
And I learned from my dad and he learned from his grandma
And they learned from records, and-
It's kind of like the one that my grandma and dad used to sing together
And then when grandma passed I'd hear my dad singing this in his room
And it sounded like grandma was with him somehow
He had this little-
Kinda chimes you with it, sounds like Adult Swim or something
Let's try it, it's called "Mary of the Wild Moor"