Lyrics

My old hound dog he ain’t much to see
But that old hound dog means a lot to me
I take him with me everywhere,
Everywhere I go
But I am always late because
My old hound dog is slow

He’s a half-blooded blue tick hound,
I can hear his tongue’s flap in the breeze
I just love that old hound dog
And he’s the home to a thousand fleas
My old hound dog He ain’t much to see
But that old hound dog means a lot to me

Now Fred, (that’s his name),
I think he’s the only dog in about two square miles
Except for maybe cousin Thelma Lou’s chihuahua,
Which really should not count as a dog
But maybe some kind of varmint creature,
But anyways Fred never cared too much for chasing rabbits
He just lays around….and eats…. and sleeps…
He never does a DANG THANG

My old hound dog He ain’t much to see
But that old hound dog means a lot to me(SOLO)

So one Monday night I took that old hound dog
to Catawba on the south slope in Asheville North Carolina
To jam with John and Bentley and Ben and cousin Tim
There was Clyde and Steve and they were singing their latest Appalachian love songs
Fred and all the other dogs starting howling to fit right in….
Goodnight Irene!

My old hound dog he ain’t much to see
But that old hound dog means a lot to me
I take him with me everywhere,
Everywhere I go
But I am always late because
My old hound dog is slow

He’s a half-blooded blue tick hound,
I can hear his tongue’s flap in the breeze
I just love that old hound dog
And he’s the home to a thousand fleas
My old hound dog He ain’t much to see
But that old hound dog means a lot to me