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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-settin' in that little shed that's right back of the house
And here comes Jake with all his hounds
He's a-gonna hear me shout:
Hey, I won't go huntin' with you Jake but I'll
So put your hounds back in the pens and quit your silly grinnin'
The moon is right and I'm half tight, my life is just beginnin'
I won't go huntin' with you Jake but I'll go chasin' women.
Let's go down to the meetin' house, and wait
Them gals that comes from Possum Creek we'll always leave alone
We'll run 'em down the cornrows, them sassy little misses
We'll scare them pretty gals to death, we'll stop and throw 'em kisses.
Now go wash your face and comb your hair, it's
time to start
But let me tell you 'fore we go, there's one that's got my heart
Don't chase that gal with the yeller hair and wears a dress of green
That little gal belongs to me, I know she's past sixteen.
Now I'm headed for the general store when a
They make 'em in the city and it's called a magazine
I turned to page thirty-two, huh, look at what I found
Them girls wear clothes that we ain't seen beneath them gingham gowns.
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