Текст песни Little Cory - Jean Ritchie

Little Cory

Wake up, wake up little Cory\nWhat makes you sleep so sound?\nWhen the marshals are a 'comin\nGonna tear your steel house down\nGo 'way, go 'way little Cory\nQuit your hangin' around my bed\nBad liquor has ruined my body\nPretty women has gone to my head\nThe last time I seen little Cory\nShe was standing with a bottle in her hand\nA drinkin' down her sorrow\nCause they took away her man\nDon’t you hear them bluebirds a singin'\nDon’t you hear that mournful sound\nDon’t you hear them bluebirds a singin'\nMy true love she lies under the ground\nI ain’t gonna work tommorow\nI ain’t gonna work next day\nI’ll stay at home in sorrow\nIf it is Christmas day\nWake up, wake up little Cory\nWhat makes you sleep so sound?\nWhen the marshals are a 'comin\nGonna tear your steel house down