Date: 6/1/97; 5:12:17 PM
From: ah827@rgfn.epcc.Edu (Gene L. Graham)
Subject: HOWLIN' AT THE MOON


HOWLIN' AT THE MOON
Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr.

I [C] know there's never been a man in the awful [C7] shape I'm [F] in
I can't even [C] spell my name, my [D7] heads in such a [G7] spin
To-[C] day I tried to eat a steak with a big old [C7] table-[F] spoon
You got me chasin' Rabbits, [C] walkin' on my hands
...And [G7] Howlin' At The [C] Moon.
 
Well, (*SUG), I took one look at you and it almost drove me mad
And then I even went and lost what little sense I had
Now I can't tell the day from night, I'm crazy as a loon
You got me chasin' Rabbits, pullin' out my hair and Howlin' At The Moon.

Some friends of mine asked me to go out on a huntin' spree
'Cause there ain't a hound dog in this state that can hold a light to me
I eat three bones for dinner today, then tried to tree a 'Coon
You got me chasin' Rabbits, scratchin' fleas and Howlin' At The Moon.

I rode my horse to town to day and a gas pump we did pass
I pulled 'im up and I hollered WHOA!, said fill 'im up with gas
The man picked up a monkey wrench and WHAM!, he changed my tune
You got me chasin' Rabbits, spittin' out teeth and Howlin' At The Moon.

I never thought in this old world a fool could fall so hard
But honey baby, when I fell the whole world must have jarred
I think I'd quit my doggish ways if you'd take me for your groom
You got me chasin Rabbits, pickin' out rings and Howlin' At The Moon.

*SUG(ar)