| Hound dog, bay at the moon
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| Lift up your long, skinny head, and bay at the moon
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| Hound dog, bay at the moon
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| God did forsake us and it gives me much pain
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| Now he’s forgotten how to make it to rain
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| Hound dog, bay at the moon
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| My well’s gone dry, chickens won’t lay
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| Fish they stopped biting last Saturday
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| Hound dog, bay at the moon
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| Lift up your long head, bay at the moon
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| Hound dog, bay at the moon
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| For the bread’s gone weevily, sorghum gone bad
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| Kinfolk have eat what little I had
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| Hound dog, bay at the moon
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| Rotten potato, and an old tote sack
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| Pain in my belly and my back
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| Hound dog, bay at the moon
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| Lift up your long head, bay at the moon
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| Hound dog, bay at the moon |