OAK
Way down south in Tennessee,
where the oak trees grow so high.
Every night when the moon is bright,
you can hear them hound dogs cry.
With a two -barrel gun and a
carbide light,
you can tell where I will be.
Hot and cool by the light of the moon,
way down in Tennessee.
Don't you hear them woods ringing?
Mr. Coon, get to your ten.
There's something bound to happen.
Oh, rattle his chain again.
There was a man from Alabama
who said where he was at.
The Coons got big as old hound dogs,
they was so broad and fat.
I said, my boy, that ain't no coon,
I'm a -tellin' you right now
My uncle used to work two coon
to a three horse ridin' pal
Don't you hear them woods a -ringin'?
Mr. Coon, get to your den
There's somethin' bound to happen,
all right, let's treat again
Well, here he is over here
at this tree, boys
Come on over here,
let's get over there and get him
Can't we quieten
them darn dogs down?
Yeah, do that
Hey, Brownie, shine your light on him.
Oh, well, let's get Grandpap
to go up in the tree.
Yeah, yeah, give me a boost here.
Yeah, help him up there.
Yes, sir.
Get him up in that tree there.
Yeah, get him up there.
Got your light on him?
Yeah, I'll shine my light
right up there on him.
Yeah, there he is.
Hey, Louie.
Don't miss him, Louie, get your gun.
Okay, I won't.
I ain't gonna miss him.
Hey, wait.
You boys is shooting at me
in place of the coon down town.
Ha, ha, ha.
Come on down here, Grandpaw.
Let me get back down here.
I never did see the light.
You can't tell me from a coon,
whoever heard of such a thing.
Get out of here.
Now, when I die,
I wanna lay where I'll be sure to hear
The voice of my old coon dog
come a -ringin' in my ear
And I hope if I get way up there,
where an angel I will be
I hope I'll shoot that wily coon
like I did in Tennessee
Don't you hear them woods a -ringin'?
Mr. Coon, get to your bin
There's something bound to happen,
Oh, Rattler Street again!
Don't you hear them woods a -ringin'?
Mr. Coon, get to your din!
There's something bound to happen,
Oh, Rattler Street again!