Darlin’ Corey

Dare County, North Carolina.  Down East, up hard against the Atlantic ocean among the hardwood swamps beneath the big blue sky. It’s 1929 and the rye liquor everyone makes back in these marshes is against the law. Wake up wake up Darlin’ CoreyWhat makes you sleep so soundThe revenue officers are comingThey’re gonna tear your still house downWell the last time I seen Darlin’ CoreyWas on the banks …