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I'll Go Hunting With You Jake...

28 Jul 97 - 10:24 PM (#9713)
Subject: I'll Go Hunting With You Jake...
From: Paul

I am looking for the lyrics to a song which I believe is called "I'll Go Hunting With You Jake If You Go Chasing Women". Any help would be greatly appreciated.

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29 Jul 97 - 02:23 AM (#9718)
Subject: RE: I'll Go Hunting With You Jake...
From: dick greenhaus

That's: I WON'T g hunting with you Jake, BUT I'll go chasni' women.

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29 Jul 97 - 04:30 AM (#9724)
Subject: RE: I'll Go Hunting With You Jake...
From: Gene

I WON'T GO HUNTIN' WITH YOU JAKE (BUT I'LL GO CHASIN' WOMEN)

As recorded by Jimmy Dean - Words and music by Stuart Hamblen

[D] Oh, it's springtime in the mountains; And I'm full of mountain [A7] dew

Can't even read my catalog; Like I used to [D] do

I'm a-settin' in that little shed; That's right [D7] back of the [G] house

Here's [A7] comes old Jake with all the hounds; But he's gonna hear me [D] shout.

CHORUS: /[D] Oh, I won't go huntin' with you, Jake But I'll go chasin' [A7] women

So put them hounds back in the pens; And quit your silly [D] grinin'

Well, the moon is bright, and I'm half tight; My [D7] life is just be-[G] ginin'

I [A7] won't go huntin' with you, Jake; But I'll go chasin' [D] women.

Let's go down to the meetin' house/ And wait till they start home/ Them gals that live on Possum Creek/ We'll always leave alone/ We'll run them down the corn rows/ Them sassy little misses/ We'll scare them pretty gals to death/ We'll stop and throw 'em kisses./CHORUS:

Now, go wash your face and comb your hair/ 'Cause it's durn near time to start/ But let me tell you 'fore you go/ There's one that's got my heart/ Don't chase that gal with the yaller hair/ And wears a dress of green/ For that little gal belongs to me/ I know she's past sixteen./CHORUS:

Now I was headed for the general store/ When a silly thing I seen/ They make 'em in the city/ It's called a magazine/ I turned to page thirty-two/ And look at what I found/ Them gals wear clothes that we ain't seen/ Beneath them gingham gowns./CHORUS: