I was sittin' in an old outhouse
Gettin' rid of yesterday
When two old gray black huntin' hounds
Came sniffin' down the way
There wasn't anyone around
But those old mutts and me
When I passed some nasty gas
The kind that wilts leaves off a tree
Well, those poor dogs began to howl
And paw their nose and whine
Those Old Dogs Were Chillin'
Cause They Were Smellin' Mine...

Now, I know the sense of smell
In old coon hounds is really keen
Able to track down treed coons
Five miles away, I've seen
Laughed so hard, I split my sides
And almost broke my spine
At Those Old Dogs Chillin'
When They Were Smellin' mine...

The one old boy looked up at me
With such a wrinkled brow
And looked as if he'd like to say,
"I hope you're happy, now!"
The other one kept nosin' dirt
He dug a ten foot line
Poor Old Dogs Were Chillin'
When They Were Smellin' Mine...

When I was finished with my job
I felt I'd shed a ton
And as I stepped outside the door
Away those hounds did run
I think I cleared their sinuses
And made their sniffers shine
Those Old Dogs Were Chillin'
When They Were Smellin' Mine...

Yes, Those Poor Old Dogs Were Chillin'
When They Were Smellin' Mine...