Lyrics:
Old dog hobble down a one way road
If it wasn't for the bottle he'd be skin and bones
Hands up to heaven with a heavy load
Dancing to Jesus
die
Oh
I eat till they die
I wanna know
And when I kill the fetus
I eat till they die
Oh
Hobbles is to
Take dogs, cats, bears
And other small creatures
hobble hobble it's a sin
Now Farmer Brown lit his corn cobbed pipe
He looked down at his trusty dog
And he said, "Hey I'd the chickens said they alright
they're blowing up the local mall
and off they hobble, drunk on Geritol
now after being
in love for 60 years
they were both agreeing
that the end was
shit!
What happened dog? Get yo shit!
What? Just meet me on the block
I'm on my way
I don't know about you but all I want to do is get my bang
ain't it?
Pharmaceuticals are the bomb, Mom, beautiful
She killed the fuckin' dog with the medicine she done fed it
Feed it a fuckin' Aspirin and say
and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt
The church bells ring out morning glory
When summer bends to the winter's rage
Emily walks through the cemetery
Passed a dog in an unmarked grave
of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down
the rearview, an old man and a mafted dog
Looking like a sad sad song
Looking like a sad sad song
Yea
Wondered why he wanted it gone
Gave a slight wave from
A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn
shit!
What happened dog? Get yo shit!
What? Just meet me on the block
I'm on my way
I don't know about you but all I want to do is get my bang
shit!
What happened dog? Get yo shit!
What? Just meet me on the block
I'm on my way
I don't know about you but all I want to do is get my bang
and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt
Going boozing again
Getting through Friday can sometimes be a struggle
Waking up late, bit of a run and a hobble
Sort myself a brekkie, bit of sausage,
an empty bottle then I stepped out the Silverado
Light a cigarette up and then hobble off into the alley way
Covered in smoke like the Legend of Sleepy
And watch the bridle-tracks.
He kissed me twice and once again
And rode across the hill,
The pint-pots and the hobble-chain
I hear them jingling
new pair of brogues rattled o'er the bogs
Frightened all the dogs on rocky road to Dublin
Chorus :
One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her
hobble
No water bottle
Y’all running from me
Crack em
Ain’t no fixing you humpty dumpty bummies
I’m John Wilkes
In the Booth murderin
Herding words like
tryna get it like a grotto
But these haters gettin' old so old they gotta hobble
They sleepin' on me, vegetable, avocado
Everyone, man, is just looking
A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her
a bran'new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs
And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,
Chorus
One, two, three, four five hunt the hare
and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare
wouldn't claim, what I cannot prove
Tell me, what have you evolved from?
You tame and I came from the bottom
Great Dane, I'm a dog, you a possum
Play dead,
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