Chords for Sutton, Holt and Coleman - Darlin' Cory

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You can get this from [D] the very first guitar. _ _ _
_ _ _ I still play it in the mountain up here, actually.
I'm playing it in a few [N] other places in the world.
But clearly the oldest string instrument in the world.
Now, _ you know, the old timers didn't use any [Eb] fancies like this.
No tuner.
[Bb] They would just take an angry snake and [A] bend it and use a cat gut for the strings.
This is a guitar string, but they'd use a cat gut.
It was really hard on the cats, but [B] they had fun.
They had a [A] great time. _
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_ _ _ _ Wake up, wake up, darling Cory.
_ What makes you sleep so sound?
_ The revenue officers are coming. _ _ _ _ _
Gonna tear your steel house down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow. _
Dig a hole in our cold, cold ground.
_ Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow.
_ Gonna lay down and hope. _ _
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_ _ Well, the first time I saw darling Cory, _ she was standing on the banks of the stream.
She had _ 44 around her and a bank of gold on her knee.
_ _ _ _ Well, the last time I saw her, _ _ she had a wine glass in her hand. _
She'd bring with her _ troubles _ with a glance of remiss. _ _
Dig a hole, dig a hole. _ _ _ _
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Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow. _
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_ _ _ _ You hear them bluebirds singing.
_ Don't you hear that lonesome sound?
_ That breezes, Cory's funeral. _ _ _ _
In that lonesome graveyard ground. _
_ Dig a hole, dig a hole. _
_ Dig a hole, _ _ _ _ _ _ dig a hole in the meadow. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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