old gobbler
horton, johnny
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
that music echoes through my ears
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
picking up steam like the fireball mail
that music echoes through my ears
i hear old gobbler as he talk's to me
i run to the spot and lo and behold
there sits old gobbler still's airin' to go
that music echoes through my ears
that music echoes through my ears