Season of The Hound

Young man, damn hound Brooklyn first, past Earth now I hope he shows up at our door somehow Can't stop thinking of that damn hound Back home in the aeroplane I wanna break free from myself and run away in this newfound land We're looking for somebody who will track him down And bring him here to my old town Love you more than anybody else, oh, my man Your love on my cheeks, kissing all the boys Season of the hound 'Tis the season of the hound Left home for the weekend In the cabin with Gaby, we're smoking hybrid, we're eating like crazy (Guess we're high!) Later to Neon Chapel if rain is down To bring more hounds to our old town It's the season of the hound It's the season of the hound It's me and my weed girls Me and my pill girls Me and my booze girls Me and my Rolling Stones