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(J. Horton, F. 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 Refrain: 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 Letras de canciones Refrain: -Solo- 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 this Old Gobbler, still's airin' to go Refrain: - 2x From Letras Mania