C
There's a pine log shack in the mountains. That's where my Corey dwells
Bb C G7 C
She makes the finest mash liquor. What she doesn't drink she sells
C
Well, the first time I seen darlin' Corey she was weavin' through the woods
Bb C G7 C
With a kerosene lantern on her shoulder and a satchel full of goods.
C
Please do drop down next Monday. Please bring me a jug or five.
Bb C G7 C
When the sun comes up on Tuesday don't figure to be alive.
C
Don't care if you are livin'. Don't care if you are dead.
Bb C G7 C
If you're gonna drink my product then I'm gonna take your bread.
C
Well, the last time I seen darlin' Corey, she was wanderin' through the weeds
C Bb C G7 C
With a government man behind her. Gonna grab her for her deeds.
C
Wake up, wake up, darlin' Corey. What makes you sleep so sound?
C Bb C G7 C F C
The revenue officer's a comin', gonna tear your still house down
