Hound Dog (1956) - Odetta

Hound dog, bay at the moon

Lift up your long, skinny head, and bay at the moon

Hound dog, bay at the moon

God did forsake us and it gives me much pain

Now he’s forgotten how to make it to rain

Hound dog, bay at the moon

My well’s gone dry, chickens won’t lay

Fish they stopped biting last Saturday

Hound dog, bay at the moon

Lift up your long head, bay at the moon

Hound dog, bay at the moon

For the bread’s gone weevily, sorghum gone bad

Kinfolk have eat what little I had

Hound dog, bay at the moon

Rotten potato, and an old tote sack

Pain in my belly and my back

Hound dog, bay at the moon

Lift up your long head, bay at the moon

Hound dog, bay at the moon