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