Little Cory - Jean Ritchie

Wake up, wake up little Cory

What makes you sleep so sound?

When the marshals are a 'comin

Gonna tear your steel house down

Go 'way, go 'way little Cory

Quit your hangin' around my bed

Bad liquor has ruined my body

Pretty women has gone to my head

The last time I seen little Cory

She was standing with a bottle in her hand

A drinkin' down her sorrow

Cause they took away her man

Don’t you hear them bluebirds a singin'

Don’t you hear that mournful sound

Don’t you hear them bluebirds a singin'

My true love she lies under the ground

I ain’t gonna work tommorow

I ain’t gonna work next day

I’ll stay at home in sorrow

If it is Christmas day

Wake up, wake up little Cory

What makes you sleep so sound?

When the marshals are a 'comin

Gonna tear your steel house down