Corey, Corey (From the Album The Kingston Trio at Large) - 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 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 a comin', gonna tear your still house down