[00:04.150]We went a-huntin' the other night
[00:05.705]Just me and my gal without a light, ha-ha!
[00:10.214]Man the moon was so pretty and the air so free
[00:12.801]And I couldn't help but to make whoopee
[00:14.591]And felt big, wanted to love
[00:17.024]Yeah man, had to neck a little too!
[00:20.217]Walkin' ahead we heard a snap
[00:22.069]And there she lay in a big steel trap
[00:24.756]She yelled aloud and she said I'm suing
[00:26.645]She started to twist and screw and scramblin' about
[00:29.148]She fell on a hill, she started to roll
[00:30.993]She couldn't stop to save her soul, ha-ha!
[00:34.408]Her eyes was bloodshot and her nose was red
[00:36.750]And she had a knot on her head
[00:38.564]Man it was a big knot too, it wasn't no little pimple
[00:43.917]Same song, the second verse, the third stanza, [?] sure is pretty
[00:49.069]Well we started on and we came to a bog
[00:53.170]And to get across now we had to walk a log, ha
[00:56.351]Halfway over and one foot slipped
[00:57.880]Down in the mud, clear up to her hips, she fell, ha!
[01:01.419]I got her out and I dried her off
[01:03.248]She started to sneeze and cough, catching cold, felt miserable
[01:07.528]She looked at me like a cat would at the mice
[01:09.412]Her teeth would rattle like a pair of dice
[01:11.299]Throwing seven and eleven
[01:16.455]We started on, my dog's a-treed in a hollow log
[01:18.846]And down she squatted like a big bullfrog, ha-ha!
[01:22.575]The polecat sprayed her with a mess of fog
[01:28.871]And boy, boy, what a odor
[01:31.412]Had to put her in a barrel, bury her clothes
[01:33.511]Take her home that way too!
[01:36.473]Aw shuck, won't be long now
[01:44.449]The wine goes in, the truth comes out
[01:45.332]Two more shots and I'll tell it all
[01:48.110]May not believe what I say now
[01:50.275]But it's thousands of folks that has believed it
[01:52.474]While under the influence of swamp root, ha
[01:55.988]Aw shuck, cotton hose and brogan shoes
[02:02.574]She had powder on her nose, lipstick rouge
[02:05.776]Dresses made from flour sacks
[02:08.633]The name of flour stamped on her back in all kinds of brands
[02:10.771]Cheap stuff and holey too ha-ha!
[02:15.958]Aw shuck, ha-ha!
[02:21.782]Well we started home at the hour of twelve
[02:24.190]What happened to that ol' gal was hard to tell, ha
[02:27.293]Stockings down, the shoes won't lace
[02:29.371]She said "I come from a huntin' race"