Howlin' at the Moon
I know there's never been a man in the awful shape I'm in
I can't even spell my name, my head's in such a spin
Today I tried to eat a steak with a big old tablespoon
You got me chasin' rabbits, walkin' on my hands and howlin' at the moon
Well sug', I took one look at you and it almost drove me mad
And then I even went and lost what little sense I had
Now I can't tell the day from night, I'm crazy as a loon
You got me chasin' rabbits, pullin' out my hair and howlin' at the moon
I rode my horse to town today and a found a place for gas
I pulled 'im up and hollered whoa, put the nozzle up the asses' ass
The gas man picked up a wrench and wham, he changed my tune
You got me chasin' rabbits, spittin' out teeth and howlin' at the moon
I never thought in this old world, a fool could fall so hard
But honey baby, when I fell the whole world must have jarred
I think I'd quit my doggish ways if you'd take me for your groom
You got me chasin' rabbits, pickin' out rings and howlin' at the moon
I hope somewhere out there, someone's as charmed as I
I'd pick up the scent, track him down, and hug that little guy
We'd sit there together, look up and start to croon
You got me chasin' rabbits, playin' in the snow in the good ol' month of June
So I'm howlin' at the moon
I can't even spell my name, my head's in such a spin
Today I tried to eat a steak with a big old tablespoon
You got me chasin' rabbits, walkin' on my hands and howlin' at the moon
Well sug', I took one look at you and it almost drove me mad
And then I even went and lost what little sense I had
Now I can't tell the day from night, I'm crazy as a loon
You got me chasin' rabbits, pullin' out my hair and howlin' at the moon
I rode my horse to town today and a found a place for gas
I pulled 'im up and hollered whoa, put the nozzle up the asses' ass
The gas man picked up a wrench and wham, he changed my tune
You got me chasin' rabbits, spittin' out teeth and howlin' at the moon
I never thought in this old world, a fool could fall so hard
But honey baby, when I fell the whole world must have jarred
I think I'd quit my doggish ways if you'd take me for your groom
You got me chasin' rabbits, pickin' out rings and howlin' at the moon
I hope somewhere out there, someone's as charmed as I
I'd pick up the scent, track him down, and hug that little guy
We'd sit there together, look up and start to croon
You got me chasin' rabbits, playin' in the snow in the good ol' month of June
So I'm howlin' at the moon
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Writer(s): Hank Williams Sr.
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