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Johnny Horton

Old Gobbler

 

Old Gobbler

(álbum: Done Rovin' - 1963)


When the moon comes over Old Smokey
I hear a lonesome hound-dog wail
I know it's time to grab my hat and coat
For Old Gobbler's hit the trail

It's up through the hollow and down through the draw
The pine-trees begin to sing
They ring out the music of an old fox chase
They know this night will bring

Talk Gobbler, talk
Talk Gobbler, talk
That music echoes through my ears
Talk Gobbler, talk

I yell, go Gobbler go, boy, as I hit the ground on a run
That old fox hound is a-picking 'em up
I know a race has just begun

I hear Old Gobbler as he crosses the creek
Down through the meadow and over the peak
He's a-rolling now, boy, hot on the trail
Picking up steam like the Fireball Mail

Talk Gobbler, talk
Talk Gobbler, talk
That music echoes through my ears
Talk Gobbler, talk

I hear Old Gobbler as he talk's to me
Saying, here he is now, boy, up a tree
I run to the spot and lo and behold
There sits Old Gobbler still's airing to go

Talk Gobbler, talk
Talk Gobbler, talk
That music echoes through my ears
Talk Gobbler, talk

Talk Gobbler, talk
Talk Gobbler, talk
That music echoes through my ears
Talk Gobbler, talk

feito

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