| Well me and brother Bill went a huntin' away up in the hills of Maine
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| The reason why we went up there we thought we’d catch some gain
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| And as we were a huntin' away in the middle of the night
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| We shot somethin' that looked like a grizzly bear the doggone thing turned white
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| Well I dropped that gun and away I run
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| My brother Bill says boy what’s the matter with you
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| And he’d known like me he’d’ve ran some too
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| Well I’d ran so fast to say and they couldn’t catch me all day
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| Away I’d run cross that field they couldn’t catch me with an automobile
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| My brother Bill got so excited he commited shootin' at me
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| I heard those bullets sizzlin' all among those trees
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| I was runnin' so fast that night my feet wasn’t touchin' the ground
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| I heard a little tailbird in the tree singing he’s Alabamy bound
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| Well I’m goin' home I’m all alone
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| My brother Bill says boy what’s the matter with you
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| And he’d known like me he’d’ve cut out too
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| Well I run so fast to say and they couldn’t catch me all day
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| Away I run cross that field they couldn’t catch me with an automobile
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| No they couldn’t catch me with an automobile |