Hound
Dog, Bay at the Moon
Hound back your long ears
and sing your sad tunes
Lift up your long head and
bay at the moon
Hound Dog, Bay at the Moon
Well, cotton is weavely,
and my sargum's gone bad.
My kinfolk have ate up what little I had.
Hound o 'er, bay at the moon,
Lay back your long ears,
and sing your sad tune.
Lift up your long head,
and bay at the moon.
Hound dog, bay at the moon
Rotten potatoes and a dirty toad sack
Pain in my belly and a crink in my back
Hound dog, bay at the moon
Lift up your long head and
bay at the moon,
Hound dog, bay at the moon.
That the Lord should forgive me
does bring my heart pain,
I guess he'd forgotten,
for to make it to reign.
Hound dog, bay at the moon,
Lay back your long ears,
And sing your sad tune,
Lift up your long head,
And bay at the moon,
Hound dog, bay at the moon.
May the good Lord forgive me
For the things I done wrong,
My hound dog and me will be
gone before long,
And then we'll quit singin'
this lonesome old song.
Hound dog, bay at the moon,
Lay back your long ears
and sing your sad tune,
Lift up your long head and
bay at the moon,
Hound Dog, bay at the moon.