Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
What makes you sleep so long?
Our dear home is slowly burning
Our leaders have all proved wrong
The first time I saw darling Corey
She was thinking of the secrets of life
Had a plan to tame Man and the Devil
And a temper to cut God down to size
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
She'll lay each one of us down
Think hard, think hard, darling Corey
Think hard before you fight
Old Noah has gone to his drinking
And your country has gone to spite
Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
And go get me my gun
I ain't no man for trouble
But I'll die before I run
Dylan Spindler - Darling Corey Lyrics
Dylan Spindler - Darling Corey Lyrics
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Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
What makes you sleep so long?
Our dear home is slowly burning
Our leaders have all proved wrong
The first time I saw darling Corey
She was thinking of the secrets of life
Had a plan to tame Man and the Devil
And a temper to cut God down to size
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
She'll lay each one of us down
Think hard, think hard, darling Corey
Think hard before you fight
Old Noah has gone to his drinking
And your country has gone to spite
Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
And go get me my gun
I ain't no man for trouble
But I'll die before I run
What makes you sleep so long?
Our dear home is slowly burning
Our leaders have all proved wrong
The first time I saw darling Corey
She was thinking of the secrets of life
Had a plan to tame Man and the Devil
And a temper to cut God down to size
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
She'll lay each one of us down
Think hard, think hard, darling Corey
Think hard before you fight
Old Noah has gone to his drinking
And your country has gone to spite
Wake up, wake up, darling Corey
And go get me my gun
I ain't no man for trouble
But I'll die before I run
Writer: Charles Shearer
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