Me and Willie Dixon and Old Bill Brown
Tuk a load a’ corn to town
Our ol’ dog raised sech a fuss
We jist had him foller us
As we passed by the gen’ral store
A crowd of farmers around the door
Seed our dog ‘neath the wagon blocks
And they pelted him with a bunch of rocks
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Now every time I go to town
The boys start kickin my dog around
I don’t care that he is a hound
They gotta stop kickin my dog around
They tied a tin-can to his tail
And run him past the county jail
That jist natcherly made me sore
and Wilie cussed - and Billie swore.
Me and Willie Dixon and old Bill Brown
Lost no time in a-hoppin down
We sure cleaned up them boys in town
Fer kickin my old dog around.
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Now every time I go to town
The boys start kickin my dog around
I don’t care that he is a hound
They gotta stop kickin my dog around
Folks say a dog cain’t hold no grudge
But onct when I had too much (budge) (fudge)
Some fellers tried to do me up
They didn’t count on my old pup.
He seed his duty thar and then
He lit right into them gentlemen
He sure messed up that courthouse square
With rags and meat and hide and hair.
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Now every time I go to town
The boys start kickin my dog around
I don’t care that he is a hound
They gotta stop kickin my dog around