Howdy folks, this is your old buddy Shorty Medlocke

I'd like to tell you about an old bunch of fox hounds I got

Ole Ring, and Ole Tige and Ole Rover

And when we start out across them Georgia hills a-huntin'

And them foxes sound something like this

Ooooh, ooh, ooh, git it sic em, catch it

Get em Ring, ooooh, ooh, ooh

Ah! Lets play a lil' song

Well, I got in my pickup

Four forty four

And the stakes kept on, and the black cat choked, and I was ready to stroll

And I crossed over into Texas, sucked to the fence and it didn't want to go, Lord do you know too slow

Honey I'll do your fox chase just like so many times before

Well, I dropped the plastic seat, go man's deep, with the promise of it right on time

Didn't bring a jack bags of one on one and maybe just a little bit of wine

We got the fruit of the spoons sex, bringin' live guns, seems all ready to go, baby, baby it's too slow

We'll be out doin' the fox chase just like so many times before, oh-ooh-ooh

Well, friends are friends but do what we please put out a can of ale

Do the dollar a dance, wanna have a romance, we're lookin' for them girls

Well now, somebody call a doctor, sick on my knees don't think I'll be happy to go, but then again I don't know

But I'll be out doin' the fox chase just like so many times before

Oh, I'm seein' them foxes