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Lame Dog trolling, Old Hickory rolling, watch the fog bank fall, hear the hoot owl call? Point it towards the light ya'll and lets head it on in.

Sittin on a throw pole, ready cause ya never know
That ole bugle thinks he's hiding, don't know he'll be riding the end of a prong when we add him to the till.
Bullfrog hollers, they's scales like dollars, on the floor they scattered with blood it don't matter, waitin on the dark so we can go again.

You know we cant catch a wink when the suns coming up
Take another round for we put her on the truck, tho we lame dog trollin