| G | Am | |
| Back when Cattle Creek | used to sing |
| C | G | |
| Its | waters were sweet and its | banks were green |
| Am | D | G | |
| And | sunny days | went on fore | ver |
| G | Am | |
| Me and ol' Bugler | we went wild |
| C | G | |
| A | blue tick hound and | redneck child |
| Am | D | G | |
| We | thought we were | birds of a | feather |
| G | Am | |
| Ah the fish would bite, | my how they'd fight |
| C | G | |
| We'd catch them possums in the | pale moonlight |
| Am | D | G | |
| For | Nola, | just to | please her |
| G | Am | |
| Bugler's voice like | Gabriel's horn |
| C | G | |
| Up in the cypress and | down through the corn |
| Am | D | G | |
| Golden sounds, | yes to treas | ure |
| G | Am | |
| Bugler, Bugler, | bless your hide |
| C | G | |
| Jesus gonna take you for a | chariot ride |
| Am | D | G | |
| Say | goodbye, | say goodb | ye |
| G | Am | |
| One day Nola, she | brought the news, she said, |
| C | G | |
| I hear young Bugler's done | paid his dues, |
| Am | D | G | |
| He's been | hit down, | yes on that high | way |
| G | Am | |
| Dry your eyes and | stand up straight |
| C | G | |
| Bugler's got a place at the | pearly gates |
| Am | D | G | |
| Say | goodbye sugar, | ah, say goodb | ye |
| G | Am | |
| Bugler, Bugler, | bless your hide |
| C | G | |
| Jesus gonna take you for a | chariot ride |
| Am | D | G | |
| Say | goodbye, | say goodb | ye |