by Stan C. Countz
[dedicated to his father, Charlie Countz and all hunters everywhere]
He loved the mountain air
He was always on the prowl
Cougar, coon or bear
Ooh them dogs could howl
I recall one night he'd searched ‘til light
But couldn’t quite find a bar
They came back late, tails between their legs
And heard a loud, sharp bark
They'd treed a bar right thar
In the back yard
When the night was serene and everyone was sleepin'
He'd be lost in some ravine callin', crawlin' and creepin'
So don't be bawlin' and weepin'
He ain't fallen, he's just sleepin'
So give thanks, he's leapin' for joy
'Cuz he's joined the ranks
Of the "good ol' boys"
His eyes will see the light
His ears will hear the sound
His face will shine so bright
He'll walk on solid ground
He was lost but now he's found
He was blind but now he sees
Hears the barkin' of a hound
He's got a bar up thar in a tree
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