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A yeller moon rise'n round in the East,
Coon dogs on the run;
A far-off Whip-O-Will now and again,
Sing'n as if for fun.

Cool night breeze so ye turn the collar up,
Stand'n out count'n the stars;
And over the fields on the county road,
Ye can hear occasional cars.

Across the yard there's tracks in the dew,
Mark'n each step ya took;
The smell of ham from the old smoke-house,
Just wait'n for the mornin's cook.

Six chickens are roost'n high in the wood-shed,
White tom-cat sleep'n on the porch;
And way far off... a-wink'n in the woods,
Comes the light from a hunter's torch.

It's night-time out here in the country,
A place where live'n is good;
Come on out and listen to the crickets,
It's just a short walk thru the woods.