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I live in this house next to the crick
that I built up on some stilts
and my hounds sleep up under it
When it gets so hot you wilts
Yeah they sleep all day under the porch
And we hunt coons at night by a cattail torch


And we really love our life


When the spring rains followed the snow melt
that fell really heavy up north
I load the boys into the boat
And we all sallies forth

To hunt for the hogs that too are displaced
with water all around
I guarantee If one they see 
Them dogs will start to sound


We always manage to get one or two
As I shoot from the stern of the boat
and you ain't tasted nothin finer
than the newly weaned flesh of a shoat

We really love our life,We really love our life

At the house we arrive and all thats alive I sweep
off of the porch thats come seaking higher ground
I bust out a jug and cut me a rug
With no-one to watch but my hounds


We eat high on the hog till we're stuffed like ticks
Really love our house in the sticks

Yeah we really love our life ,we really love it
          Don't we boys ?

    Non stop baying!!!!!!!!!!

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