Lyrics Little Cory - Jean Ritchie

Little Cory

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