Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Jean Ritchie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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