UNDER A CAROLINA HUNTER’S MOON [Spoken Intro] Well, look up there. That moon’s got the whole neighborhood lit up. Trigger, you can quit checking them bushes. We can see who’s in there. [Verse 1] October laid a cool hand On a North Carolina night, I stepped outside with Trigger And that sky was shining bright. Had my old harmonica, A jacket halfway zipped, He found something by a stop sign That required a lengthy sniff. [Chorus] Under a Carolina Hunter’s Moon, Ain’t a thing I need to hurry through. Silver on the sidewalk, gold up in the trees, Little dog beside me, cool October breeze. Let tomorrow come tomorrow, It’ll get here plenty soon. Tonight we’re walking easy Under a Carolina Hunter’s Moon. [Verse 2] They say folks used that moonlight Getting ready for the cold, Bringing home their winter supper In those country days of old. Now Trigger’s got his hunting face, He’s standing tall and proud— Then a squirrel shook one little branch, And he addressed the whole dang crowd. [Spoken] There he goes. Fourteen pounds of law enforcement. No warrant. Just suspicion. [Chorus] Under a Carolina Hunter’s Moon, Ain’t a thing I need to hurry through. Silver on the sidewalk, gold up in the trees, Little dog beside me, cool October breeze. Let tomorrow come tomorrow, It’ll get here plenty soon. Tonight we’re walking easy Under a Carolina Hunter’s Moon. [Bridge] I used to walk these evenings With a whole world in my head, Rehearsing some old argument And things I should’ve said. Tonight I heard my footsteps, Then a train beyond the pines. I let that whistle finish Without adding any lines. [Harmonica Break] [Verse 3] Back home, Heather’s in the doorway, Says, “Y’all finally coming in?” Trigger acts like he’s been working, Like he pays the bills again. I say, “We checked the neighborhood. That squirrel remains at large.” She says, “Well, bring your partner in here. He ain’t the one in charge.” [Final Chorus] Under a Carolina Hunter’s Moon, Ain’t a thing I need to hurry through. Porch light in the window, leaves beneath my shoes, Thank You, Father, for this evening And this ordinary view. Let tomorrow come tomorrow, It’ll get here plenty soon. All is well here in Carolina, Underneath that Hunter’s Moon. [Spoken Outro] Come on, Trigger. You can file your report in the morning. [One soft harmonica phrase]
