Talk Gobbler Talk

When the moon comes over old Smokey

I hear the lonesome hound dogs awaiting

For old Gobbler’s hit the trail

The pine trees began to sing

They know this night will bring

Talk Gobbler talk talk Gobbler talk

That music echo’s through my ears talk Gobbler talk

As I hit the ground on the run

I know a rain dance just begun

Down through the meadow and over the peak

Picking up steam like a fireball male

Talk Gobbler talk talk Gobbler talk

That music echo’s through my ears talk Gobbler talk

Saying here he is now boy up a tree

There sits old Gobbler still rearing to go

Talk Gobbler talk talk Gobbler talk

That music echo’s through my ears talk Gobbler talk