Howlin At The Moon by Hank Williams
Time: 02:44
Track #16 of disk 2 from the album Backline.
Written by: EHART, PHIL/HOPE, DAVID C/LIVGREN, KERRY A
Published by: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics
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.
Some friends of mine asked me to go out on a huntin' spree
'Cause there ain't a hound dog in this state that can hold a light to me
I eat three bones for dinner today, then tried to tree a 'coon
You got me chasin' Rabbits, scratchin' fleas and Howlin' At The Moon.
I rode my horse to town to day and a gas pump we did pass
I pulled 'I'm up and I hollered WHOA!, said fill 'I'm up with gas
The man picked up a monkey 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.
