Papa's Got His Gun
The hounds are howlin’,
Killer cat be prowlin’,
Sneakin’ to make a kill,
Not just for the eatin’, but for the thrill,
Rabbit’s on the run,
Papa’s got his gun!
The moon is callin’,
The stars are fallin’,
Smokey fog on the ground,
Big cat be comin’ round,
Rabbit’s on the run,
Papa’s got his gun!
Evil be in the woods tonight,
Bark, scratch, snarl and fight,
Claws is flashin’, cat is cryin’,
Brave hounds are dyin’,
Rabbit’s on the run,
Papa’s got his gun!
Branches are breakin’,
The ground be shakin’,
Papa turns to see,
Killer cat closin’ in on me,
Rabbit’s on the run,
Papa’s got his gun!
Papa shoots right over me,
Smoke and blood is all I see,
There the killer cat lies,
Shot right between the eyes!
Rabbit’s on the run,
Papa’s got his gun!
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