Tipo de gaita: Qualquer tipo Tom: qualquer HOUND DOG, BAY AT THE MOON CISCO HOUSTON 6 6 6 5 -4 4 Hound dog, Bay At The Moon. 8 -8 7 -6 7 7 7 7 -6 6 Lay back your long ears, sing a sad tu-ne. 8 -8 7 -6 7 -6 7 7 7 -6 6 Lift up your long head, and bay at the mo-on. 6 6 5 -4 4 5 Hound Dog, Bay At The Moon. 6 6 6 6 6 6 6 6 5 -4 4 8 My crops are all ruined and my taters have rot. 8 -8 7 -6 7 -6 7 7 7 -6 6 8 No corn in the bin and no beans in the- pot. 8 -8 7 -6 7 -6 7 7 7 -6 6 6 Ain't no kind of trouble that I haven't- got, 6 6 6 5 -4 4 Hound Dog, Bay At The Moon. Got holes in my socks, just as big as a barn. Can't sew them up, 'cause the dern things won't darn. Can't sew them up, 'cause the dern things won't darn. Hound Dog, Bay At The Moon. My Hound Dog is weary, his coat has turned gray. Now, all he's good for, is to scratch fleas and bay. Now, all he's good for, is to scratch fleas and bay. Hound Dog, Bay At The Moon. Rotten potatoes and a dirty tow sack; Pain in my belly, and a crick in my back. Pain in my belly, and a crick in my back. Hound Dog, Bay At The Moon. That the Lord should forget me, it brings my heart painM I guess he's forgotten how to make it to rain. I guess he's forgotten how to make it to rain. Hound Dog, Bay At The Moon.