Corey, Corey

Corey Corey - The Kingston Trio

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 wonderrin' 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 a comin'

Gonna tear your still house down