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Darlin' Cory
Wake up, wake up, Darlin' Cory,
What makes you sleep so sound?
The revenue officers Is comin',
Gonna tear your stillhouse down.
Wake up, wake up, Darlin' Cory,
Quit hangin' 'round my bed.
Bad liquor ruined my poor body,
Pretty women killed me 'most dead.
Wake up, wake up, Darlin' Cory,
Go do the best you can.
I got me another woman,
Go get you another man.
Oh, yes, oh, yes, my darlin',
I'll do the best I can,
But I'll never give my pleasure
To another gamblin' man.
Last time I saw Darlin' Cory,
Had a dram glass in her hand,
And she was drinkin' rot-gut whisky
With a low-down gamblin' man.
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