Byron Harlan - They Gotta Quit Kickin’ My Dawg Aroun’ текст песни

Once Me, Lem Briggs an' ol' Bill Brown
Took a load of corn to town;
And old Jim dawg, the ornery cuss,
He just naturally follered us.

Ev'ry time I come to town
The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
Makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.

As we driv' past Sam Johnson's store
Passel of yaps came out the door;
When Jim he stops to smell a box
They shied at him a bunch of rocks.

Get outta thar' you Jim houn'!

Makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.

They tied a tin can to his tail
An' run him a-past the county jail;
And that plum naturally makes me sore,
And Lem he cussed, an' Bill he swore.

Ev'ry time I come to town
The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
Makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.

Me, Lem Briggs an' ol' Bill Brown
We lost no time in a-jumpin' down;
And we wiped them ducks up on the ground,
For kickin' my old dawg around.

Ev'ry time I come to town
The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
Makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.

Folks say a dog can't hold no grudge.
But once when I got too much budge;
Them town ducks tried to do me up,
But they didn't count on old Jim pup.

Ev'ry time I come to town
The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
Makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.

Jim see'd his duty thar' an' then,
And he lit into them gentlemen;
And he shore mussed up the court house squa'r (square)
With rags an' meat an' hide an' ha'r (hair).

Ev'ry time I come to town
The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
Makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.