Tree Songs

Written by William McMonigal jr



Make that Music you old hound,
Till that Coon is on the Ground,
Make it Right, and Make it Tight,
Till the End of all Nights,
For we will remember Everyone of you,
That Nailed that Tree, and Pasted Glue,
Never Forgeting along the way all the trails that you paved,
And the dogs you left in the dust,
We always knew who to trust,

NOW IN YOUR DREAMS COON FALL LIKE RAIN,AND NO MORE IS THERE PAIN FROM THE THORNS AND THE BRUSH, GOD KNOWS YOU WERE TOUGH, AND YOU HUNTED JUST TO PLEASE US !


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