Way down south of the Mason Dixon; There's a man who's really fixin
To match those taters in his bin, with possum meat and that ain't sin

Six tall slim slick sycamore saplins, possum up a tree
Somewhere up in one of them saplins, possum laughin at me
Hound dog bayin, know what he's sayin possum on a limb
He done hid in one of those saplins and I'll get even with him

Get a-goin feet, gotta run get my gun; and beat it over yonder to the hollow
Moon is shinin bright on the treetops tonight
The possum ain't far, thar he are thar

Six tall slim slick sycamore saplins, possum on the loose
He's been stealing all my chickens, now I'll cook his goose
Possum know he in a jam; he'll go good with candied yam
Doggone tootin, sure as I'm shootin, possum fallin for me

Six tall slim slick sycamore saplins, possum up a tree
Somewhere up in one of my saplins, possum's laughin at me
Hound dog bayin, know what he's sayin possum on a limb
He done hid in one of them saplins and I'll get even with him

Get a-goin feet, gotta run get my gun, and beat it over yonder to the hollow
Moon is shinin bright on the treetops tonight
The possum ain't far; Thar he are thar

Six tall slim slick sycamore saplins, possum show your skin
He been stealin all a my chickens, to shoot him ain't no sin
Moonlight shinin' in my eye, miss that possum and I'll die
Doggone moonlight, doggone eyesight, missed that possum again