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11Howling Wolf
©2002 Gibbens/Weston


I am the howlin’ wolf, babe, howlin’ all around your door.
I am the howling’ wolf, babe, howlin’ all around your door.
Don’t you hear me howling?
Don’t you want the wolf no more?

I’ll be in the woods, girl. You just whistle when he goes.
I’ll be in the woods, girl. You just whistle when he goes.
I’ll cover up my traces.
Oh your good man needn’t know.


Mama was that mountain, my Daddy was a rolling storm.
Mama was that mountain, Daddy was a rolling storm.
Don’t mess with the wild wolf if you meet him in your unripe corn.

Oh I saw my baby brother, hanging by a rusty nail.
Yes I saw my baby brother hanging by a rusty nail
But you won’t adorn your barn door
With my big long bushy tail.

The trappers try to track me, the hound dog howls along my trail.
The rappers try to track me and hound dog howls along my trail
But I drift like the snowflakes,
Silent through the wailing gale.

Saw your lamplight shining, warm and friendly through the pines.
Saw your lamplight shining just like honey through the pines.
Ooh your buttermilk may
Make me reel like champagne wine.

Saw you in the hollow, whisper, Wolf come home again.
Yeah I heard you in the hollow, murmur, Wolf come back again.
Oh here I am the wolf now
Wiht my green eyes shining in your pane.

 

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