They Gotta Quit Kickin my Dog Around, written by Cy Perkins, sung by Byron G. Harlan, 1912
Once Me, Len 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.
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 Len he cussed, an' Bill he swore.
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'w (square)
With rags an' meat an' hide an' ha'w (hair).
Every 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'.
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