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