Rabbit in the Log - Chris Thile, Michael Daves

Got a rabbit in a log and I ain’t got my dog

How will I get him I don’t know

Come, get me a briar and I’ll twist in his hair

That’s the way I’ll get him I know

I know, I know, I know, I know

That’s the way I’ll get him I know

Come and get me a briar and I’ll twist it in his hair

That’s the way I’ll get him I know

Gonna build me a fire and I’ll roast that old hare

Roll him in the flames, so nice and brown

Have a feast here tonight while the moon’s shining bright

And find me a place to lie down

To lie down, to lie down, to lie down, to lie down

Find me a place to lie down

Have a feast here tonight while the moon’s shining bright

And find me a place to lie down

I’m going down that track with a chicken on my back

Soles on my shoes are nearly gone, wore out

Just a little ways ahead there’s an old farmer’s shed

And that’s where I’ll rest my weary bones

Weary bones, your weary bones

Your lazy bones, your lazy bones

That’s where I’ll rest my weary bones

Just a little ways ahead there’s an old farmer’s shed

And that’s where I’ll rest my weary bones

Your weary bones, your weary bones

Your lazy bones, your lazy bones

That’s where I’ll rest my weary bones

A little ways ahead there’s an old farmer’s shed

And that’s where I’ll rest my weary bones