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The Junkyard Fox (of the Hopper Hills Hunt)

Adapted from “The Fox”, a song about the modern fox by Peter Knight,

with revised lyrics by William Gamble and Dr. Robert Andre, MFH.

A (hammer on, driving beat ~120BPM) ......

You can hound me, now you've found me

              A7sus4                               A

But I'm far more cunning than you.

A

I'm a shy fox, I'm a sly fox,

              A7sus4                             A

And I'll teach you a lesson or two.

       A                                   Em

I'll run you through the corn and hay

            Em7                          A

‘Cross brooks and all about.

       A                         Em

I'll lead you to the gully where

            Em7                           A

The hounds cannot get out.

       A                        Em

I'll run from foil to foil until

    Em7                         A

Dreadful’s on his own,

           D                                           A

And take you to my junkyard home.

A                              

Run, run, I won't give in.

A                                   

Run, run, I'll never give in.

G       D    Em       A

Run, run, run, I won't give in.

G       D    Em          A

Run, run, run, I'll never give in.

 

You can hound me, now you've found me,
But I'm far more cunning than you.
I'm a brown fox, I'm a town fox,
And I'll teach you a lesson or two.
I'll run through crops into the woods
And force you to go ‘round.
In hopes to throw you off the line
With loss of eye to hounds.
I'll lead the hounds from point to point
Until they’re “in the zone”,
Then take them to my junkyard home

 

Chorus  

 

Now some may call me trailer trash

But to my roots I’ll be true.

With my brothers and my sisters,

We’ll all gang up on you.

Now Pattison may know my route,

But I’ll fool Gamble too,

As I try my foxy best

To lose the field for good.

The huntsman knows I’ll yet be true;

In Cadillac or Ford,

I’m safe within my junkyard home.

 

Chorus

 

Eye to hounds . . .

Listening and watching the hounds so one can tell which way the line has gone and what the hounds will do.

Foil . . .

The line crosses itself or the scent of another animal that may cause the hounds to check.

Point . . .

The distance from where the scent begins to where it ends.

 

Picture of fox painting courtesy of Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Kelley.