~ Howlin' at the Moon ~ I know there's never been a man in the awful shape I'm in I can't even spell my name, my heads in such a spin Today I tried to eat a steak with a big old tablespoon You got me chasin' rabbits, walkin' on my hands And a-howlin' at the moon Well sug, I took one look at you And it almost drove me mad And then I even went and lost what little sense I had Now I can't tell the day from night, I'm crazy as a loon You got me chasin' rabbits, pullin' out my hair And a-howlin' at the moon ~ Instrumental ~ Some friends of mine asked me to go out on a huntin' spree 'Cause there ain't a hound dog in this state That can hold a light to me I eat three bones for dinner today, then I tried to tree a 'Coon You got me chasin' rabbits, scratchin' fleas And a-howlin' at the moon ~ Instrumental ~ I rode my horse to town today and a gas pump we did pass I pulled 'im up and I hollered, whoa!, said,"fill 'em up with gas" The man picked up a monkey wrench and wham! He changed my tune You got me chasin' rabbits, spittin' out teeth And a-howlin' at the moon I never thought in this old world a fool could fall so hard But, honey baby, when I fell the whole world must have jarred I think I’d quit my doggish ways if you’d take me for your groom You got me chasin rabbits, pickin’ out rings and howlin’ at the moon Words & music by Hank Williams, Sr. © Denim & Lace 2007 ~ Click HERE to Return the Index ~ ~ Click HERE to SHARE this page with others ~ Copyright: This page is a free site and the music was recorded from an album purchased by the page owner. This music is to be used for personal use only and under no circumstances can be used for commercial purposes, in any form whatsoever.