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Published on Feb 1, 2010
Here is Zach Lindsey's attempt at an old folk classic. This version is inspired by the version by the illustrious John Hartford. The new lyrics are Zach's, as is the arrangement. Lyrics: The first time I seen darlin' Corey, she was livin in North Philly. She had a 45 pistol in her forearm and a banjer on her knee. She sold dope in England, and tripped her way through Spain but she said with a shudder, "the feds'll win the game." The last time I seen darlin' Corey, she was standin on the banks of the sea She said, "I wish I were a bluebird so I could fly away free." Wake up, wake up, darlin' Corey. What makes you sleep so sound? Them narco officers are coming; they're gonna tear your playhouse down. Dig a hole in the meadow, dig a hole in cold, damp ground. Dig a hole in the meadow. We're gonna lay Corey down. Don't you hear the bluebirds singin? Can't you hear that mournful sound? They're preachin Corey's funeral in some lonesome burial ground....