When the moon comes over Old Smokey I hear a lonesome hound-dog wail I know it's time to grab my hat and coat For Old Gobbler's hit the trail It's up through the hollow and down through the draw The pine-trees begin to sing They ring out the music of an old fox chase They know this night will bring Talk Gobbler, talk Talk Gobbler, talk That music echoes through my ears Talk Gobbler, talk I yell, go Gobbler go, boy, as I hit the ground on a run That old fox hound is a-picking 'em up I know a race has just begun I hear Old Gobbler as he crosses the creek Down through the meadow and over the peak He's a-rollin' now, boy, hot on the trail Picking up steam like the Fireball Mail Talk Gobbler, talk Talk Gobbler, talk That music echoes through my ears Talk Gobbler, talk I hear Old Gobbler as he talk's to me Sayin', here he is now, boy, up a tree I run to the spot and lo and behold There sits Old Gobbler still's airin' to go Talk Gobbler, talk Talk Gobbler, talk That music echoes through my ears Talk Gobbler, talk Talk Gobbler, talk Talk Gobbler, talk That music echoes through my ears Talk Gobbler, talk