It's springtime in the mountains and I'm full of mountain dew
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I can't even read my catalog the way I used to do
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I'm a sittin' in that little shed just right back off the house
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Here comes ol' Jake with all the hounds but he's gonna hear me shout
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Oh I won't go huntin' with you Jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'
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So put them hounds back in the pen and quit that silly grinnin'
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Moon is bright and I'm half tight my life's just beginnin'
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I won't go huntin' with you jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'
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Let's go down to the meetin' house and wait till they start home
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Them gals that live on Possum Creek will always leave alone
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We'll run 'em down the corn row them sassy little misses
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We'll scare them pretty gals to death we'll stop and blow 'em kisses
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Oh I won't go huntin'...
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[ banjo ]
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Now wash your face and comb your hair it's darn near time to start
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But let me tell you fore you go there's no one that's got my heart
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Don't chase the one with the yellow hair that wears the dress of green
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Well that sweet thing belongs to me I know she's past sixteen
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Oh I won't go huntin'...
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Now I was headed for the general store when a silly thing I seen
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They make 'em in the city it's called a magazine
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I turned to page 32 and look at what I found
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Them gals wear clothes that we ain't seen beneath them gigham gowns
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Oh I won't go huntin'...
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I won't go huntin' with you jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'
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I Won't Go Huntin' With You Jake
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| Buck Owens |
