Cora is Gone
Winds through the night blowing so lonesome, Singing to me a song. A whip-poor-will call is just a reminder, Pretty girls have hearts made of stone. (Chorus) Away with the blues at dawn, My darling Cora is gone. I don’t know why she told me good-bye, But my darling Cora is gone. The ring that she wears I bought for her finger, Purchased a ring so fine. Gave her my last greenback dollar, And now she’s left me behind. (Chorus) Drifting along like brush in the river, Knowing not where I roam. Going to live in the deep forest, Dark hollows will be my new home.