| Well this old mountain is a-holding its breath
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| The revenuers comin' and it smells like death
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| A rifle in his arm, the other wrapped around
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| The leather in the leash of the blue tick hound
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| Mama standing by the laundry line
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| The sky ain’t ever as dark as her eyes
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| Daddy’s in the hills, he’s gonna get found
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| Can’t get away from the blue tick hound
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| Blue tick hound, nose to the ground
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| Smoke in the hills and the law’s in town
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| Thumper won’t thump, the mash won’t pound
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| Waiting on the howl of the blue tick hound
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| Corn and copper, whiskey and water
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| My my my what a lovely daughter
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| I will hide her in the piney woods
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| Before you come around for a second look
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| Corn and copper, whiskey and water
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| My my my what a lovely daughter
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| I will hide her in the piney woods
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| Before you come around for a second look
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| Got a little charge, keep it in the barn
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| Stole it from the quarry up the road
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| One of these days and it won’t be long
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| I’m going to disappear with the blue tick hound
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| Blue tick hound, nose to the ground
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| Smoke in the hills and the law’s in town
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| Thumper won’t thump, the mash won’t pound
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| Waiting on the howl of the blue tick hound
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| Waiting on the howl of the blue tick hound
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| Waiting on the howl
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| Waiting on the howl
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| Waiting on the howl of the blue tick hound |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blue Tick Hound , by - Fred Eaglesmith. Song from the album 50 Odd Dollars, in the genre Кантри