| Howdy folks, this is your old buddy Shorty Medlocke |
| I’d like to tell you about an old bunch of fox hounds I got |
| Ole Ring, an Ole Tige and Ole Rover |
| And when we start out across them Georgia hills a-huntin' |
| And them foxes sound something like this |
| (Harmonica), Ooooh, ooh, ooh, git it sic em, catch it |
| (Harmonica), Get em Ring. (Harmonica), Ooooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ahhh, Lets play a lil' song |
| Well I got in my pickup, |
| Four forty four |
| And the stakes kept on, and the black cat choked, and I was ready to stroll |
| And I crossed over into Texas, sucked to the fence and it didn’t want to go |
| Lord do you — slow, Honey I’ll do your foxes just |
| like so many times before |
| Well I dropped the plastic seat, |
| go man’s deep, with the promise of it right on time |
| Didn’t bring a jack bags of one on one and maybe just a little wine |
| We got the fruit of the spoons sex, |
| bringin' live guns, seemed all ready to go |
| Baby, baby it’s too slow, we’ll be out doin' the foxes |
| just like so many times before |
| Well eeee yeah |
| Woh, friends are free, do what we please put out a can of ale, |
| Dollar a dance, gonna get a romance, a lookin' for that girl |
| Well, somebody nowcall a doctor, |
| sick on my knees, don’t think I’ll be happy to go |
| Is that the end of it, I don’t know, |
| but I’ll be out doin' the foxes just like so many times before |
| Oh, I’m seein' them foxes |