When the moon comes over old Smoky,
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.
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 the run
That old foxhound is a -pickin' him 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
Pickin' up steam like the four -ball mail
Talk, gobbler, talk
Talk, gobbler, talk
That music echoes through my ears
Talk, gobbler, talk
I hear an old gobbler as he talks to me
Saying here he is now, boy, up a tree
I run to the spot, and lo and behold,
there sits old
Gobbler still a -rearing to go.
Talk, Gobbler, talk!
Talk, Gobbler, talk!
That music echoes through my ears.
Talk, Gobbler, talk!
Talk, Gobbler, talk!
Talk, Gobbler, talk!
That music echoes through my ears.
tall gobbler tall