When the moon comes over Old Smokey
I hear a lonesome hound-dog wail
I know, it's time to grab my hat and coat

For Old Gobbler's hit the trail

It's up through the hollow and down through the draw

The pine-trees begin to sing
They ring out the music of an old fox chase
They know, this night will bring


Refrain:
Talk ? Gobbler ? talk

Talk ? Gobbler ? talk
That music echoes through my ears
Talk ? Gobbler ? talk


I yell, go ? Gobbler ? go, boy, as I hit the ground on a run
That old fox hound is a-picking 'em up

I know, a race has just begun

I hear Old Gobbler as he crosses the creek

Down through the meadow and over the peak
He's a-rollin' now, boy, hot on the trail
Picking up steam like the Fireball Mail


Refrain: -Solo-


I hear Old Gobbler as he talk's to me
Sayin', here he is now, boy, up a tree
I run to the spot, and lo and behold

There sits this Old Gobbler, still's airin' to go

Refrain: - 2x