Down with the day and up with the night
This is where we start to fight.
With the coons on the move and the dogs running free.
We would stop to listen for them to tree.
We would run them hills all through the night, not stopping tell we had a hand full of hides.
We had a few old hounds and a riffle at hand. We couldn’t stop tell we covered the land.
Danger here and danger there, not once did we ever get scared. We trusted are dogs better then men. We would stand by them through thick and thin. They was are hunters are coon chasing partners, and are true best friend. We would give are life for them.
I will do this for all my day’s.
Forever coon hunt.
My hounds and me.
Form night to night.
Tree to tree.
I just can’t let them coon’s run free.