My daddy went a-huntin' Well, he carried along his zulu1 Well, along come a grey goose Well, he throwed it to his shoulder, An' he ram his hammer' way back
Well, he pulled on de trigger Well, down he come a-windin' He was six weeks a-fallin' He was six weeks a-findin' An' he put him on de wagon, An'he taken him to de white house
He was six weeks a-pickin' Lordy, your wife an'my wife, Oh, they give a feather pickin' An' they put him on to parboil2 He was six months a-parboil', An' they put him on de table,
Now, de fork couldn' stick him, An' de knife couldn't cut him An' they throwed him in de hog-pen, An' he broke de ol'sow's jawbone
An' they taken him to de sawmill, An' he broke de saw's teeth out An' de las' time I seed him, Well, he's flyin' across de ocean, Wid a long string o' goslin's, An' they all goin': quank quink-quank
Version 2 Oh early Sunday morning, Lord, Lord, Lord The preacher went a huntin', Lord, Lord, Lord And he carried along a shotgun, Lord, Lord, Lord And along came a grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord
Well he shot down a grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord And the gun went all belly, Lord, Lord, Lord And down come the grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord Took six weeks of falling, Lord, Lord, Lord
And six weeks calling, Lord, Lord, Lord And they put him on the table, Lord, Lord, Lord And your wife and my wife, Lord, Lord, Lord There's time for feather pickin', Lord, Lord, Lord
But the fork wouldn't stick it, Lord, Lord, Lord And the knife wouldn't cut it, Lord, Lord, Lord And they put him in the oven, Lord, Lord, Lord But the oven wouldn't burn him, Lord, Lord, Lord
And they him in the hog pen, Lord, Lord, Lord But the hog couldn't eat it, Lord, Lord, Lord And he broke the hog's teeth out, Lord, Lord, Lord So they threw him in the sawmill, Lord, Lord, Lord
And the sawmill wouldn't cut him, Lord, Lord, Lord And he broke the saw's teeth off, Lord, Lord, Lord And the last time I seen him, Lord, Lord, Lord She was flyin' 'cross the ocean, Lord, Lord, Lord
With a long string o'gosling, Lord, Lord, Lord And they're all goin' quack, quack, Lord, Lord, Lord.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
