I won't go hunting with you jake

Oh it's springtime in the mountains
And I'm full of mountain dew
Can't even read my catalog
Like I used to do

I'm a-setting in that little shed
That's right back of the house
Here's comes old Jake with all the hounds
But he's gonna hear me shout

Oh I won't go hunting with you Jake
But I'll go chasing women
So put them hounds back in the pens
And quit your silly grinning

Well the moon is bright and I'm half tight
My life is just beginning
I won't go hunting with you Jake
But I'll go chasing women

Let's go down to the meeting house
And wait till they start home
Them gals that live on Possum Creek
We'll always leave alone

Now go wash your face and comb your hair
'Cause it's darn near time to start
But let me tell you 'fore you go
There's one that's got my heart
Don't chase that gal with the yeller hair
And wears a dress of green
For that little gal belongs to me
I know she's past sixteen

Now I was headed for the general store
When a silly thing I seen
They make 'em in the city
It's called a magazine
I turned to page thirty-two
And look at what I found
Them gals wear clothes that we ain't seen
Beneath them gingham gowns