Way up in the hills of old Kentucky Every farmer has a savage hunting dog The dogs are sleek and trim and mighty lucky 'Cause all day long they sleep just like a log
But when the sun has gone behind the mountain They stir and snarl and bellow at the moon Their spirits are wild and bubbly like a fountain 'Cause they know they'll soon be running after coon
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The grass is dancing wildly in the meadows To the tunes of hounds obeying from afar Old coon is scared and trembling in the shadows He's wishing he was hiding on a star
Here come the dogs a-flying through the field With cooners streaking for the brush and trees They know that coon's a mighty tasty meal Oh, their savage howls the devil's blood would freeze
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The pine woods are deep and dark and spooky But dogs rush in where humans fear to tred There's Pal and Part and Jinx and Spot and Looky They'll never rest till coon's a-lying dead
The chase is long and hard and finally ended They've tree'd poor mister coon down by the stream They're waiting for the shotgun man to end it And they're snarling, yapping, yelping like a dream
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