| Well the first time I saw darling Corey, I was standing on the banks of the sea |
| With a pistol around her body and a banjo on her knee |
| Dig a hole dig a hole in the middle |
| Dig a hole in the cold cold ground |
| Dig a hole, dig a hole in the middle |
| Gonna lay darling Corey down |
| Wake up, wake up darling Corey |
| What makes you sleep so sound? |
| Well the highway robbers are coming |
| Gonna burn you playhouse down |
| Dig a hole dig a hole in the middle |
| Dig a hole in the cold cold ground |
| Dig a hole, dig a hole in the middle |
| Gonna lay darling Corey down |
| Wake up, wake up darling Corey |
| Go get me my gun |
| Well I ain’t a man for trouble |
| But I’ll die before I run |
| Dig a hole dig a hole in the middle |
| Dig a hole in the cold cold ground |
| Dig a hole, dig a hole in the middle |
| Gonna lay darling Corey down |
| Can’t you hear those bluebirds singing? |
| Can’t you hear that mournful sound? |
| They’re holding Corey’s funeral |
| In some lonesome graveyard around |
| Dig a hole dig a hole in the middle |
| Dig a hole in the cold cold ground |
| Dig a hole, dig a hole in the middle |
| Gonna lay darling Corey down |
| Dig a hole dig a hole in the middle |
| Dig a hole in the cold cold ground |
| Dig a hole, dig a hole in the middle |
| Gonna lay darling Corey down |