Talk Gobbler, Talk - Johnny Horton

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-rollin' 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

Sayin', here he is now, boy, up a tree

I run to the spot and lo and behold

There sits Old Gobbler still’s airin' 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