Ernie Showed Me
On a night as clear as good corn liquor,
hung bright by a Georgia moon,
A good pack of hounds with run in their blood
laying right chase to a coon.Ol' boys to lie to, a fruit jar to warm you,
tall poplars all dressed up in gold.
Through black bottom land
with picked over corn rows
if old bandit eyes' hide you would hold.
A slow river course binding heavy to mist
carries that full cry tune.
On a night as clear as good corn liquor
hung bright by a Georgia moon.Hoar frosted mud that cracks underneath you,
and ice on the thunderwood's thorn.
Black and tans harmonize with the red bones.
Hear the voice for which they were born?
Running flat out and cussing the cold.
That ol' boy's bound to tree soon.
On a night as clear as good corn liquor,
hung bright as a Georgia moon.