| My three bloodhounds were snuffing my land and told me what they found
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| They told about your hoofprints round my stalks, they got me cross
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| They told about your knuckled imprints on the bank of my farm-games drink
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| So I sent out my three bloodhounds; |
| they’s a comin' to hunt you down
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| Their technique puts Choctaws and Chickasaws to leaf-eating shame
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| You won’t know they’re round till a wet nose is huffing in your ear
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| And a mouthful of canine is wrapped round your ankle, like the iron you s’posed
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| to wear
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| And when the female blood has pinned your chest she’ll howl to let me know
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| you’re found
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| My three bloodhounds returned, and you they did not found
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| They had three bloody noses, three slouched backs, three tails between their
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| legs
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| That got me cross so I sent to Europe for two good shepherd stock
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| They arrived with attitude, lazed all day, rolled their eyes when I tried to
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| send them out
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| They lifted their legs on my fence posts so I had to put them shepherds down
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| I used their leg-bones for new fence posts, when from your hide I heard you howl
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| I’ve got one hope left, it’s in the south
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| Souther than what you know about
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| It hunted Aztecs and Incas
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| It hunted Sundance and Butch
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| But mostly it hunt Germans that skipped town
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| My Fila Brasilia will snack on my bloodhounds then use the posts to clean out
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| its mouth
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| My Fila Brasilia will stalk through my food crops, he’s coming to hunt you down
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| My Fila Brasilia will walk in the tree tops, and on you fall down
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| My Fila Brasilia will burrow the earth’s rock, he will root you out
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| My Fila Brasilia will walk on the water, my beast will not drown
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| My Fila Brasilia will stand on the mountain, all will hear him howl |