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