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The same old story, sitting on the front porch
Waiting for you to come home
Howling at the moon and crying to the crickets
'Cause I'm tired of being alone

Up from the boondocks I hear thunder
And a strange new wind blows
The whole county knows that you've been cheating
And it's right underneath my nose

Now I'm a hound dog
right on the trail of the scent of her perfume
A hound dog
right on your tail
Aint nothing I won't do
You chase after something else
And I'm coming after you
You better believe if you wanna be one
I can be a hound dog too

I saw footprints down by the creek bed
two pair of bare feet
And I found and empty bottle of Boonsfarm
under the sycamore tree
And she smells like straight trouble
This shouldn't be too hard
I'm sniffing out your whereabouts
like a bone in my back yard

Now I'm a hound dog
right on the trail of the scent of her perfume
A hound dog
right on your tail
Aint nothing I won't do
You chase after something else
And I'm coming after you
You better believe if you wanna be one
I can be a hound dog too
(Well come on)

There's generations of my blood
buried deep in the Mississippi mud
They'll see a dog without no collar
digging a grave deep in the holler

Cause I'm a hound dog
right on the trail of the scent of her perfume
A hound dog
right on your tail
Aint nothing I won't do
You chase after something else
And I'm coming after you
And you better believe if you wanna be one
I can be a hound dog too
I said you better believe if you wanna be one
then I can be a hound dog too.

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