Gobbler, The Houn' Dog

(*J. Horton, F. Horton)

When the moon comes over Old Smokey*

I hear a lonesome hound-dog wail

I know, it's time to grab my hat and coat

For Old Gobbler's hit the trail

It's up through the hollow and down through the draw

The pine-trees begin to sing

They ring out the music of an old fox chase

They know, this night will bring

[Refrain:]

Talk – Gobbler – talk

Talk – Gobbler – talk

That music echoes through my ears

Talk – Gobbler – talk

I yell, go – Gobbler – go, boy, as I hit the ground on a run

That old fox hound is a-picking 'em up

I know, a race has just begun

I hear Old Gobbler as he crosses the creek

Down through the meadow and over the peak

He's a-rollin' now, boy, hot on the trail

Picking up steam like the Fireball Mail

Refrain: -Solo-

I hear Old Gobbler as he talk's to me

Sayin', here he is now, boy, up a tree

I run to the spot, and lo and behold

There sits this Old Gobbler, still's airin' to go

Refrain: - 2x