Hysterical Journey to Historic Places

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THE HOUND DOG SONG



Me and Lem Briggs and old Bill Brown
Took a load of corn to town
Old Jim dog, the on'ery cuss
He just naturally followed us



Chorus:
Every time I come to town
The boys keep kicking my dog around
Makes no difference if he's a hound
Ya gotta quit kicking my dog around



As we driv' past the country store
A passel of yaps came out the door
Jim he scooted behind a box
Showered him with sticks and rocks



They tied a tin can to his tail
And run him past the county jail
That just naturally makes me sore
Bill he cussed and Lem he swore



Me and Lem Briggs and old Bill Brown
Lost no time a-getting down
We whupped them fellers to the ground
For kickin' my old dog, Jim, around



Jim seed his duty there and then
He sure let into those gentlemen
He sure messed up that townhouse square
With rags and meat and hide and hair

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