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You Gotta Quick Kickin' My Dog Around

Once me & Lem Briggs and ol' Bill Brown,
We took us a load of corn to town.
My old Jim dog, the ornery cuss,
He just naturally follered us.

As we drove past the general store,
A passel of yaps came out the door.
Old Jim stopped to smell of a box,
They shot at him a bunch of rocks.

Everytime I go to town,
The boys keep kickin' my dog around.
It makes no difference if he is a hound,
They've gotta quit kickin' my dog around.

They tied a can to his tail,
And ran him past the county jail.
That plumb naturally made me sore.
Lem, he cussed, and Bill he swore.

Well, me Lem Briggs and old Bill Brown,
Lost no time in hoppin' down.
We whupped them town ducks up on the ground
For kickin' my old Jim dog around.


Jim seed his duty thar and then.
He lit right into those gentlemen.
He sure messed up the courthouse square,
with rags and meat and hide and hair.