Wake up, wake up, darlin' Cory
What makes you sleep so sound?
Them revenue officers are comin'
Gonna tear your stillhouse down
Well the first time I seen darlin' Cory
She was sittin' by the banks of the sea
Had a forty-four strapped across her bosom
And a banjo on her knee
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground
Gonna lay darlin' Cory down
Well, the last time I seen darlin' Cory
She was standing in the door
With her shoes and stockings in her hand
And her feet all over the floor