Knock Him Out John Ray Stevens

Way down south in Mississippi just outside of Yazoo City
Jerry Clower and all his friends would go out and hunt raccoon
They'd take along a man named John, one tree climbin' son of a gun
John would shinny up a tree and a coon would be comin' down soon

Now John was a sportin' man who said "give every coon a chance if you can
Don't y'all go shootin' no coon now", he'd warn 'em in advance
"I'll knock him down to the ground, let him fight it out with that pack of hounds
It'll be slim but at least he'll have a chance"

(I can still hear ol' Jerry call, haw)
Knock him out John, knock him out John
Knock that coon right out of that sweetgum tree
Knock him out John, knock him out John
Knock him down to Marcel, Clovis, the dogs and me

One night they heard ol' Jerry's dog "Brumy" with a bark from down in his tummy
Jerry answered him and said "Haw, Brumy talk to me!"
Then all the other dogs joined in and pretty soon they were at trail's end
And it looked like the dogs had run a coon up a big ol' tree

The dogs had a big'un and wanted 'em some and the base of that tree was pandemonium
And before we knew it, John had shinnied right up that tree
He disappeared up among the leaves and then we heard a blood-curdlin' scream
"Lord, have mercy, get this thing off me"