Chasin' Women

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Chasin' Women


Chasin' women-women-women all the time, and ain't it fun!
Oh, it's springtime in the Rockies and I'm full of mountain dew;
Can't even read my catalogue just like I used to do.
I'm sittin' in that little shack that's right behind my house,
And here comes Jake with all his dogs; he's gonna hear me shout!

Oh, I won't go huntin' with you, Jake, but I'll go chasin' women;
So put your hound dogs in the pen and stop your silly grinnin'.
The moon is bright and I'm half tight, and life is just beginnin';
I won't go huntin' with you, Jake, but I'll go chasin' women.
Go brush your teeth 'n comb your hair; it's dang near time to start.

Before we go there's just one thing: there's one that's got my heart.
Don't chase that gal with the yaller hair and a-wearin' the dress of green,
For that there gal belongs to me; I know she's past sixteen.
Oh, we'll go down to the meetin' house just as they go home;
Them little gals from Possum Creek, they always leave alone.

We'll chase 'em down the corn rows,
Them sassy little misses,
First we'll scare 'em half to death and then we'll blow 'em kisses.
Oh, I won't go huntin' with you, Jake, but I'll go chasin' women;
So put your hound dogs in the pen and stop your silly grinnin'.
The moon is bright and I'm half tight, and life is just beginnin'.
I won't go huntin' with you, Jake, but I'll go chasin' women.

Oh, I went down to the general store, and what do you think I
seen?
They make 'em in the city and they call it a magazine.
I turned to page thirty-four and what do ya think I found?
Them gals wear things we've never seen
Beneath them gingham gowns.
Oh, I won't go huntin' with you, Jake, but I'll go chasin' women.

So put your hound dogs in the pen and stop your silly grinnin'.
The moon is bright and I'm half tight, and life is just beginnin'.
Oh I won't go huntin' with you, Jake, but I'll go chasin' women.
Chasin' women; mmm, boy, ain't it grand!


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