Corey Corey

There's a pine log shack
In the mountains
That's where my Corey dwells
She makes the finest mash liquor
What she doesn't drink she sells

Well, the first time I seen darlin' Corey
She was weavin' through the woods
With a kerosene lantern on her shoulder
And a satchel full of goods

Please do drop down next Monday
Please bring me a jug or five
When the sun comes up on Tuesday
Don't figure to be alive

Don't care if you are livin'
Don't care if you are dead
If you're gonna drink my product
Then I'm gonna take your bread (Frail, pardner)

Well, the last time I seen darlin' Corey,
She was wand'rin' through the weeds
With a government man behind her
Gonna grab her for her deeds

Wake up, wake up,
Darlin' Corey
What makes you sleep so sound?
The revenue officer's are comin',
Gonna tear your still house down