Cora

Oh, go dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna go dig a hole in the ground
Go dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay my Cora down

Go away, go away, darling Cora
Gonna bring to me my gun
I ain't a man causing trouble
But the trouble already begun

Well, the last time I saw darling Cora
Had a .45 in her hand
"Gonna kill the revenue officers
If they leave here with my man"

Well, everybody know darling Cora
Tell ya, she's a crackerjack shot
She put a bead on the taxman
And she blowed his head clean off

Better run, better run, darling Cora
Thought it best to getting gone
Corn liquor ruined my body
And I don't believe I can come along

And the last time I saw darling Cora
She was settin' all her bags in the sea
Had a 44 pounder
And a badger on her knee