C
There's a pine log shack in the mountains. That's where my Corey dwells
                          Bb               C       G7        C
She makes the finest mash liquor. What she doesn't drink she sells

          C
Well, the first time I seen darlin' Corey she was weavin' through the woods
                               Bb             C       G7      C
With a kerosene lantern on her shoulder and a satchel full of goods.

       C
Please do drop down next Monday. Please bring me a jug or five.
                         Bb            C         G7  C
When the sun comes up on Tuesday don't figure to be alive.

      C
Don't care if you are livin'. Don't care if you are dead.
                         Bb               C     G7        C
If you're gonna drink my product then I'm gonna take your bread.

          C
Well, the last time I seen darlin' Corey, she was wanderin' through the weeds
       C                Bb              C        G7      C
With a government man behind her. Gonna grab her for her deeds.

     C
Wake up, wake up, darlin' Corey. What makes you sleep so sound?
    C                   Bb            C         G7          C    F   C
The revenue officer's a comin', gonna tear your still house down