Oh, it's springtime in the mountains And I'm full of mountain dew Can't even read my catalog Like I used to do I'm a-settin' in that little shed That's right back of the house Here comes old Jake with all the hounds But he's gonna hear me shout Oh, I won't go huntin' with you, Jake But I'll go chasin' women So put them hounds back in the pens And quit your silly grinin' Well, the moon is bright, and I'm half tight My life is just beginin' I won't go huntin' with you, Jake But I'll go chasin' women Let's go down to the meetin' house And wait till they start home Them gals that live on Possum Creek We'll always leave alone We'll run them down the corn rows Them sa**y little misses We'll scare them pretty gals to d**h We'll stop and throw 'em kisses Oh, I won't go huntin' with you, Jake But I'll go chasin' women So put them hounds back in the pens And quit your silly grinin' Well, the moon is bright, and I'm half tight My life is just beginin' I won't go huntin' with you, Jake But I'll go chasin' women Now, go wash your face and comb your hair 'Cause it's durn near time to start But let me tell you 'fore you go There's one that's got my heart Don't chase that gal with the yaller hair And wears a dress of green For that little gal belongs to me I know she's past sixteen Oh, I won't go huntin' with you, Jake But I'll go chasin' women So put them hounds back in the pens And quit your silly grinin' Well, the moon is bright, and I'm half tight My life is just beginin' I won't go huntin' with you, Jake But I'll go chasin' women Now I was headed for the general store When a silly thing I seen They make 'em in the city It's called a magazine I turned to page thirty-two And look at what I found Them gals wear clothes that we ain't seen Beneath them gingham gowns Oh, I won't go huntin' with you, Jake But I'll go chasin' women So put them hounds back in the pens And quit your silly grinin' Well, the moon is bright, and I'm half tight My life is just beginin' I won't go huntin' with you, Jake But I'll go chasin' women