Rabbit In The Log

Written by Bill Monroe
There's a rabbit in the log and I ain't got my dog
How will I get him I know
I'll get me a briar and I'll twist it 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
I'll get me a briar and I'll twist it in his hair
That's the way I'll get him I know

I'll build me a fire and I'll cook that old hare
Roast him in the flames good and brown
Have a feast here tonight while the moon's shinin' 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 shinin' bright
And find me a place to lie down

I'm going down that track got my coat on my back
Soles on my shoes nearly gone
Just a ways ahead there's an old farmer's shed
That's where I'll rest my weary bones
Weary bones (weary bones) weary bones (weary bones)
Well that's where I'll rest my weary bones
Just a little ways ahead there's an old farmer's shed
That's where I'll rest my weary bones


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