Some ringtails really go to town,
We started one just at sundown.
Right on Mt. Gaylor, high and dry,
We heard those hounds let out a cry.
Off to the west, and then away,
Up Geritol river to Hadacol bay;
Across three states both hill and plain
Hopped the Grey Canyon and on again.
Through the Redwood Forest and then away,
And took a bath in the Frisco Bay.
Then south as fast as he could go
And crossed the line into Mexico.
Climbed every cactus that wasn't rough,
Leaped over Texas into the Gulf.
Then every swamp and started back-
Those hounds were really on his track.
He climbed the mountains just for fun,
And started home, still on the run.
We heard them coming from the south,
You should have heard that old dog's mouth.
He circled twice and we could see
He soon would have to take a tree.
We stood and listened, still as death,
It seemed we almost held our breath.
Until at last we heard the sound
That told us he had left the ground.
The sweetest music ever played,
I must say that those old dogs stayed.
We went to look upon his eyes,
That's when we got that great surprise
That coon had give those dogs the slip
And took off on another trip..
We waited but to no avail,
At last the hounds had lost the trail.
In winter, summer, spring or fall
I've found you cannot tree them all.
And coon like this, I'm proud to say
I'm really glad he got away.
With coon that step at such a pace
I'd rather just to have the race.
I heard a hound, just one shrill bark,
And sat up straight, still in the dark
My wife jumped too, and then she said,
"Why don't you jump clear out of bed?
I had been dreaming all the while,
I'd chased that coon three thousand mile.
Music=dream
