Oh, its springtime in the mountains And Im full of mountain dew Cant even read my catalog Like I used to do Im asettin in that little shed Thats right back of the house Here comes old Jake with all the hounds But hes gonna hear me shout Oh, I wont go huntin with you, Jake But Ill go chasin women So put them hounds back in the pens And quit your silly grinin Well, the moon is bright, and Im half tight My life is just beginin I wont go huntin with you, Jake But Ill go chasin women Lets go down to the meetin house And wait till they start home Them gals that live on Possum Creek Well always leave alone Well run them down the corn rows Them sassy little misses Well scare them pretty gals to death Well stop and throw em kisses Oh, I wont go huntin with you, Jake But Ill go chasin women So put them hounds back in the pens And quit your silly grinin Well, the moon is bright, and Im half tight My life is just beginin I wont go huntin with you, Jake But Ill go chasin women Now, go wash your face and comb your hair Cause its durn near time to start But let me tell you fore you go Theres one thats got my heart Dont chase that gal with the yaller hair And wears a dress of green For that little gal belongs to me I know shes past sixteen Oh, I wont go huntin with you, Jake But Ill go chasin women So put them hounds back in the pens And quit your silly grinin Well, the moon is bright, and Im half tight My life is just beginin I wont go huntin with you, Jake But Ill go chasin women Now I was headed for the general store When a silly thing I seen They make em in the city Its called a magazine I turned to page thirtytwo And look at what I found Them gals wear clothes that we aint seen Beneath them gingham gowns Oh, I wont go huntin with you, Jake But Ill go chasin women So put them hounds back in the pens And quit your silly grinin Well, the moon is bright, and Im half tight My life is just beginin I wont go huntin with you, Jake But Ill go chasin women
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