| | Corey, Corey Lyrics Artist(Band):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. If you find some error in Corey, Corey Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Corey, Corey The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Kingston Trio" Music | |
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