Hoot the Dog
Old Hoot was a good old dog
A good old dog in deed
The finest dog there ever was
Caught every coon he ever treed
Chase anything that had four legs
And catch them most the time
His average was pretty good
So we ate pretty fine
Well Hoot he didn't hear to well
And it finished him I fear
When he was after a coon one night
And the train he couldn't hear
They had run through brush and brambles
Over hill and over dale
They had run till they could run no more
When he went to cross the rail
We gave him a mighty fine send off
Like no dog ever has
But I'm afraid he went to heaven
Thinking that Raccoon got his ass
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