I done known a few coonhounds in my day
and not all of them was dogs
COONHOUND BLUES lyrics
They say that a coonhound cannot climb a tree
they say that I coon hound cannot climb a tree
but when a bear gets after him to see how high he be
They say that a coonhound will not find a fox
they say that a coonhound will not find a fox
but when the fox turns on him that’s when he’ll learn to box
They say that a coonhound’s impossible to love
they say that a coonhound's impossible to love
but when he is your bestest friend you’ll see push come to shove
I once had a coonhound and the city slickers said
how much for that there coon hound and this is what I said
I wouldn’t take 1 million bucks but I wouldn’t buy another for a dime
Coonhound lovers will flock to this lyric. But I am more in favor of the bloodhound chasing the runner down. Sound like there's a bloodhound lyric out there that could be written making your blood curdle.
I once put out some stale bread for the birds that a country place I was renting. The bread stayed out there on the stump for many days with no takers. It rained and the bread got soaked. Then, one day, I saw a dog eating it. The dog looked young and friendly, but quite hungry with wet bread hanging from its jaws. Fortunately, it had a collar with a name and phone number.
I called and a grateful guy answered. Told me that he had two of his prize coonhounds stolen. He drove over as quickly as he could and picked up the dog. Turned out it was worth $3200 in 1971. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Probably a song there somewhere.
I’ve encountered many non-human creatures on my life’s journey.
I have found each and every one of these animals to be a unique and wondrous being.
Animals have truly brought fullness to my life. Some of them have also brought de
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I once put out some stale bread for the birds that a country place I was renting. The bread stayed out there on the stump for many days with no takers. It rained and the bread got soaked. Then, one day, I saw a dog eating it. The dog looked young and friendly, but quite hungry with wet bread hanging from its jaws. Fortunately, it had a collar with a name and phone number.
I called and a grateful guy answered. Told me that he had two of his prize coonhounds stolen. He drove over as quickly as he could and picked up the dog. Turned out it was worth $3200 in 1971. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Probably a song there somewhere.
Ron