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OLD SCARS(113KB)

One night dark from lack of moon,
And scarcely any stars;
Three of us boys went hunt'n fer coon,
Just us... and our coon-dog, Scars.

Old Scars got his name from fight'n,
And the marks of many-a wound;
'Cause coons can sure do some bite'n,
When cornered and run out of room.

Across the holler and near'n the crick,
Old Scars first let-out his yell;
We hurried-on in thru the brambles-thick,
Like firemen answer'n the bell.

Then... near the edge of the waters dark,
There was Scars at the foot of a tree;
He was look'n-up and continue'n to bark,
At a coon whose eyes we could see.

No... we had no use fer coon that night,
Not one of us toted a gun;
But we knew a chase gave Scars delight,
Not to mention give'n us good fun.

Now... when nights are dark from lack of moon,
And scarcely any stars;
I remember the fun of hunt'n fer coon,
Three boys... and a dog named Scars.