This one's for a houndsman
About to go to town son
Drop the gate and let the dogs run
Man I'm thinkin' that they on one
By the way they're soundin'
This one's for my houndsman
Stackin' and packin' 'em dogs in the back
Man way too many to count 'em
When we cut 'em loose
Their paws ain't barely even
Gonna hit the ground
And they're so damn fast
They could lap old Richard Petty
At a slow run
They'll be burnin' it up
Make you want it
You found the mountain
It's about to go down son
We drop the gate and let the dogs run
Man I know that they on one
By the way they're soundin'
This one's for the houndsman
With the black and tan
[?] walkers, Tennessee Plotts
Rhodesian Ridgebacks, Old English Fox
Bird dogs and Redbone
Beagles, Bluetick, bring the whole lot
Catahoula [?] dogs, 57 [?]
If a dog will hunt we'll send him down the line
There's plenty of room in this truck of mine
For him to roll around here
This one's for the houndsman
This one's for the houndsman
Turn 'em loose way out there past the town's pen
They [?] dogs
The way that they're saying' [?]
This one's for the houndsman
This one's for the houndsman
This one's for all the houndsman