Blue Tick Hound Fred Eaglesmith

Well this old mountain is a-holding its breath
The revenuers comin' and it smells like death
A rifle in his arm, the other wrapped around
The leather in the leash of the blue tick hound

Mama standing by the laundry line
The sky ain’t ever as dark as her eyes
Daddy’s in the hills, he's gonna get found
Can’t get away from the blue tick hound

Blue tick hound, nose to the ground
Smoke in the hills and the law’s in town
Thumper won't thump, the mash won’t pound
Waiting on the howl of the blue tick hound

Corn and copper, whiskey and water
My my my what a lovely daughter
I will hide her in the piney woods
Before you come around for a second look

Corn and copper, whiskey and water
My my my what a lovely daughter
I will hide her in the piney woods
Before you come around for a second look

Got a little charge, keep it in the barn
Stole it from the quarry up the road
One of these days and it won’t be long
I’m going to disappear with the blue tick hound