Faye Sizemore

1860… A HOUND’S TALE

A journey into night…
runnin’ free
… free in the moonlight
on preys’ trail…
Hear me wail…
‘coons’ up a tree
put there
by a glorious ‘ol hound dawg… me
I ran him good…
treed him… like I should
Master ridin’ home in his wagon
payin’ no mind to me with my tail draggin’
It’s like he don’t see
this pore ol’ hound dawg… me
Master don’t give no praise or pats
The slave… young black Matt…
now… he knows where it’s at
He calls my name and he rubs my ‘ol back
… always saved me a piece of fatback
Another journey into night
… black Matt’s run away
Master called on me to save the day
… ‘ol hound dawg me
Hear me wail…
they think I’m on Matt’s trail
I’m leadin’ them the other way
away from their prey…
into the quicksand swamp
… for their final romp
Circling around I’m headin’ north
Gonna’ be free…
Black Matt and this wily
‘ol hound dawg… me
It is all so, so simple… it tis
… Matt petted my ‘ol back…
now I am watching his
A new journey into night…
young black man and ‘ol hound dawg…
headin’ north to freedom’s light…