Blue Tick Hound - Fred Eaglesmith

Well this old mountain is a-holding its breath

The revenuers comin' and it smells like death

A rifle in his arm, the other wrapped around

The leather in the leash of the blue tick hound

Mama standing by the laundry line

The sky ain’t ever as dark as her eyes

Daddy’s in the hills, he’s gonna get found

Can’t get away from the blue tick hound

Blue tick hound, nose to the ground

Smoke in the hills and the law’s in town

Thumper won’t thump, the mash won’t pound

Waiting on the howl of the blue tick hound

Corn and copper, whiskey and water

My my my what a lovely daughter

I will hide her in the piney woods

Before you come around for a second look

Corn and copper, whiskey and water

My my my what a lovely daughter

I will hide her in the piney woods

Before you come around for a second look

Got a little charge, keep it in the barn

Stole it from the quarry up the road

One of these days and it won’t be long

I’m going to disappear with the blue tick hound

Blue tick hound, nose to the ground

Smoke in the hills and the law’s in town

Thumper won’t thump, the mash won’t pound

Waiting on the howl of the blue tick hound

Waiting on the howl of the blue tick hound

Waiting on the howl

Waiting on the howl

Waiting on the howl of the blue tick hound