Fox Chase

Howdy folks, this is your old buddy Shorty Medlocke
 I'd like to tell you about an old bunch of fox hounds I got
 Ole Ring, and Ole Tige and Ole Rover
 And when we start out across them Georgia hills a-huntin'
 And them foxes sound something like this
 Ooooh, ooh, ooh, git it sic em, catch it
 Get em Ring, ooooh, ooh, ooh
 Ah! Lets play a lil' song
 Well, I got in my pickup
 Four forty four
 And the stakes kept on, and the black cat choked, and I was ready to stroll
 And I crossed over into Texas, sucked to the fence and it didn't want to go, Lord do you know too slow
 Honey I'll do your fox chase just like so many times before
 Well, I dropped the plastic seat, go man's deep, with the promise of it right on time
 Didn't bring a jack bags of one on one and maybe just a little bit of wine
 We got the fruit of the spoons sex, bringin' live guns, seems all ready to go, baby, baby it's too slow
 We'll be out doin' the fox chase just like so many times before, oh-ooh-ooh
 Well, friends are friends but do what we please put out a can of ale
 Do the dollar a dance, wanna have a romance, we're lookin' for them girls
 Well now, somebody call a doctor, sick on my knees don't think I'll be happy to go, but then again I don't know
 But I'll be out doin' the fox chase just like so many times before
 Oh, I'm seein' them foxes