I Won't Go Hunting With You Jake

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-setting in that little shed

That's right back of the house

Here's comes old Jake with all the hounds

But he's gonna hear me shout

Oh I won't go hunting with you Jake

But I'll go chasing women

So put them hounds back in the pens

And quit your silly grinning

Well the moon is bright and I'm half tight

My life is just beginning

I won't go hunting with you Jake

But I'll go chasing women

Let's go down to the meeting house

And wait till they start home

Them gals that live on Possum Creek

We'll always leave alone

Now go wash your face and comb your hair

'Cause it's darn 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 yeller hair

And wears a dress of green

For that little gal belongs to me

I know she's past sixteen

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