| 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 |
| Here comes old Jake with all the hounds |
| But he’s gonna hear me shout |
| Oh, I won’t go huntin' with you, Jake |
| But I’ll go chasin' women |
| So put them hounds back in the pens |
| And quit your silly grinin' |
| Well, the moon is bright, and I’m half tight |
| My life is just beginin' |
| I won’t go huntin' with you, Jake |
| But I’ll go chasin' women |
| Let’s go down to the meetin' house |
| And wait till they start home |
| Them gals that live on Possum Creek |
| We’ll always leave alone |
| We’ll run them down the corn rows |
| Them sassy little misses |
| We’ll scare them pretty gals to death |
| We’ll stop and throw 'em kisses |
| Oh, I won’t go huntin' with you, Jake |
| But I’ll go chasin' women |
| So put them hounds back in the pens |
| And quit your silly grinin' |
| Well, the moon is bright, and I’m half tight |
| My life is just beginin' |
| I won’t go huntin' with you, Jake |
| But I’ll go chasin' women |
| Now, go wash your face and comb your hair |
| 'Cause it’s durn near time to start |
| But let me tell you 'fore you go |
| There’s one that’s got my heart |
| Don’t chase that gal with the yaller hair |
| And wears a dress of green |
| For that little gal belongs to me |
| I know she’s past sixteen |
| Oh, I won’t go huntin' with you, Jake |
| But I’ll go chasin' women |
| So put them hounds back in the pens |
| And quit your silly grinin' |
| Well, the moon is bright, and I’m half tight |
| My life is just beginin' |
| I won’t go huntin' with you, Jake |
| But I’ll go chasin' women |
| Now I was headed for the general store |
| When a silly thing I seen |
| They make 'em in the city |
| It’s called a magazine |
| I turned to page thirty-two |
| And look at what I found |
| Them gals wear clothes that we ain’t seen |
| Beneath them gingham gowns |
| Oh, I won’t go huntin' with you, Jake |
| But I’ll go chasin' women |
| So put them hounds back in the pens |
| And quit your silly grinin' |
| Well, the moon is bright, and I’m half tight |
| My life is just beginin' |
| I won’t go huntin' with you, Jake |
| But I’ll go chasin' women |