Way up in the hills of old Kentucky
Every farmer has a savage hunting dog
The dogs are sleek and trim and mighty lucky
'Cause all day long they sleep just like a log
But when the sun has gone behind the mountain
They stir and snarl and bellow at the moon
Their spirits are wild and bubbly like a fountain
'Cause they know they'll soon be running after coon
The wild dogs of Kentucky
The wild dogs of Kentucky (barking)
The wild-wild dogs of Kentucky
The grass is dancing wildly in the meadows
To the tunes of hounds obeying from afar
Old coon is scared and trembling in the shadows
He's wishing he was hiding on a star
Here come the dogs a-flying through the field
With cooners streaking for the brush and trees
They know that coon's a mighty tasty meal
Oh, their savage howls the devil's blood would freeze
The wild dogs of Kentucky
The wild dogs of Kentucky (barking)
The wild-wild dogs of Kentucky
The pine woods are deep and dark and spooky
But dogs rush in where humans fear to tred
There's Pal and Part and Jinx and Spot and Looky
They'll never rest till coon's a-lying dead
The chase is long and hard and finally ended
They've tree'd poor mister coon down by the stream
They're waiting for the shotgun man to end it
And they're snarling, yapping, yelping like a dream
The wild dogs of Kentucky
The wild dogs of Kentucky (barking)
The wild-wild dogs of Kentucky
