Nero, Tiro, Tiptoe, and Sounder
Of all the dogs that I possess
Old Rock and Rule they are the best
But Charlie is my good old dog forever more, I know
Come Uncle Joe, and let's go home
We'll leave that old red fox alone
For our pop he's going to hunt him in the morning
He'll put his hounds up on that track
They'll run it off. They'll bring it back
They'll run him from old England to old Kentucky, I know
Now, put your ear upon the ground
And good Lord just listen at my lead hound
He'll run him from old England to old Kentucky, I know
Then I put my horn up to my mouth
And I blew my horn North, East, and south
But it seemed like my old hound couldn't hear me
And then I blew my horn so loud
You could have heard it thunder in the clouds
But I could still hear my old hound running
Yew-cue, yew-cue, yew-cue, yew-cue