(J. Horton, F. Horton)
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