Lyric I Won t Go Huntin With You Jake
(Stuart Hamblen)
Oh, it s springtime in the mountains and I m full of mountain dew
Can t even read my catalog like I used to do
I m a sittin in that little shed that s right back off the house
Here comes ol Jake with all the hounds but he s gonna hear me shout.
I won t go huntin with you Jake but I ll go chasin wimmin
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin
Well, the moon is bright and I m half tight my life is just beginnin
I won t go huntin with you jake but I ll go chasin wimmin .
Let s go down to the meetin house and wait till they start home
Them gals that live on Possum Creek will always leave alone
We ll run em down the corn row them sassy little misses
We ll scare them pretty gals to death we ll stop and blow em kisses.
Well, I won t go huntin with you Jake but I ll go chasin wimmin
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin
Well, the moon is bright and I m half tight my life is just beginnin
I won t go huntin with you jake but I ll go chasin wimmin .
--- Instrumental ---
Now wash your face and comb your hair cause it s darn near time to start
But let me tell you fore you go there s no one that s got my heart
Don t chase that gal with the yellow hair and wearin dress of green
Well that little gal belongs to me I know she s past sixteen.
Oh. I won t go huntin with you Jake but I ll go chasin wimmin
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin
Well, the moon is bright and I m half tight my life is just beginnin
I won t go huntin with you jake but I ll go chasin wimmin .
Now I was headin for the general store when a silly thing I ve seen
They make em in the city it s called a magazine
I turned to page 32 and look at what I found
Them gals wear clothes that we ain t seen beneath them gigham gowns
Oh, I won t go huntin with you Jake but I ll go chasin wimmin
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin
Well, the moon is bright and I m half tight my life is just beginnin
I won t go huntin with you jake but I ll go chasin wimmin ...
Oh, it s springtime in the mountains and I m full of mountain dew
Can t even read my catalog like I used to do
I m a sittin in that little shed that s right back off the house
Here comes ol Jake with all the hounds but he s gonna hear me shout.
I won t go huntin with you Jake but I ll go chasin wimmin
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin
Well, the moon is bright and I m half tight my life is just beginnin
I won t go huntin with you jake but I ll go chasin wimmin .
Let s go down to the meetin house and wait till they start home
Them gals that live on Possum Creek will always leave alone
We ll run em down the corn row them sassy little misses
We ll scare them pretty gals to death we ll stop and blow em kisses.
Well, I won t go huntin with you Jake but I ll go chasin wimmin
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin
Well, the moon is bright and I m half tight my life is just beginnin
I won t go huntin with you jake but I ll go chasin wimmin .
--- Instrumental ---
Now wash your face and comb your hair cause it s darn near time to start
But let me tell you fore you go there s no one that s got my heart
Don t chase that gal with the yellow hair and wearin dress of green
Well that little gal belongs to me I know she s past sixteen.
Oh. I won t go huntin with you Jake but I ll go chasin wimmin
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin
Well, the moon is bright and I m half tight my life is just beginnin
I won t go huntin with you jake but I ll go chasin wimmin .
Now I was headin for the general store when a silly thing I ve seen
They make em in the city it s called a magazine
I turned to page 32 and look at what I found
Them gals wear clothes that we ain t seen beneath them gigham gowns
Oh, I won t go huntin with you Jake but I ll go chasin wimmin
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin
Well, the moon is bright and I m half tight my life is just beginnin
I won t go huntin with you jake but I ll go chasin wimmin ...
