Blue Tick Hound Songtext
von Fred Eaglesmith

Well this old Mayan is holding its breath
The revenuers comin′ and it smells like death
Wrappin' little Zoar, he′s wrapped around
The leather and the leash of the blue tick hound
Mama's standin' by the laundry line
The sky ain′t never as dark as her eyes
Daddy′s in the hills, he's gonna get found
Can′t get away from the blue tick hound
Blue tick hound, nose to the ground
Smokin' the hills and the laws in town
Papa won′t fuck, the mash won't pound
Waitin′ on the howl of the blue tick hound
Corn and cotton, whiskey and water
My, my, my what a lovely daughter
I will hide her in the piney woods
'Fore he comes 'round for a second look Corn and cotton, whiskey and water
My, my, my what a lovely daughter
I will hide her in the piney woods
′Fore he comes ′round for a second look
Gotta live charged, keep it in the barn
Stole it from the quarry up the road
One of these days and it won't be long
Gonna disappear with the blue tick hound
Blue tick hound, nose to the ground
Smokin′ the hills and the laws in town
Papa won't fuck, the mash won′t pound
Waitin' on the howl of the blue tick hound
Waitin′ on the howl of the blue tick hound
Waitin' on the howl, waitin' on the howl
Waitin′ on the howl of the blue tick hound