Darling Corey

First time I saw Darling Corey, 
On the banks of the Tennessee, 
With a Glock 9 strapped on her body, 
And a banjo on her knee. 
Wake up, Wake up Darling Corey, 
What makes you sleep so sound? 
The DEA is coming. 
For to burn your cash crops 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 darlin' Corey down. 
Next time I saw Darling Corey. 
She was standing by my bedroom door. 
With her pants and shoes in her hand, 
Bare feet on the hardwood floor. 
Get up get out Darling Corey. 
Quit hanging round my bed. 
Pretty Women about destroyed my body. 
Bad Likker about killed me dead. 
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 darlin' Corey down. 
Do you hear them Bluebird's singing? 
Do you hear their mournful Sound? 
They're preaching Darling Corey's funeral. 
In some lonesome churchyard ground.