Make that Music you old Hound, Till that Coon is on the ground.
Make it Right and make it Tight, Till the end of all Nights. For we will remember all of you that Nailed that Tree and Pasted Glue, never forgetting along the way all the trails that you paved or the Dogs you left in the Dust we always knew whom to trust.
Now in your Dreams Coon Fall like Rain and No more is their Pain from the Thorns and the Brush, God Knows YOU where Tough and YOU Hunted just to pleas us!!!