A good wife and coon dog, Two things hard to find, One or the other, seems most of the time. A good wife stays home a tending the kids, Cleaning and cooking ever what needs did. A good dog waits for the master to come, To go a huntin to tree and to run. Hunted sixty two nights once, never missed a beat, A coon dog in training, I went without sleep. My wife got sore, the first ever showed, I was sure she was mad she was packing her clothes. I thought real hard, and at a fast pace, Had to change her mind, she was leaving this place. So I grabbed a bag and in clothes I threw, Said if you’re a leaving, I’m going with you. Now twenty seven years, and we’re still together, Happy as frogs in a pond, croaking for pleasure. I’m still a huntin as much as I can Tried the sixty two once but never again. A lesson well learned, if supper you get, Leave the dogs in the pen, till mama you pet.
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