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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: ManyMoose who wrote (90648)	12/3/2004 11:42:51 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

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 an' Lem Briggs an' old Bill Brown Took a load of corn to town; My old Jim dawg, onery old cuss, He just naturally follered us. As we driv past Johnson's store A passel of yaps come out the door; Jim he scooted behind a box With all them fellers a-throwin' rocks. They tied a can to old Jim's tail An' run him a-past the county jail; That just naturally made us sore, Lem, he cussed an' Bill he swore. Me an' Lem Briggs an' old Bill Brown Lost no time a-gittin' down; We wiped them fellers on the ground For kickin' my old Jim dawg around. Jim seen his duty there an' then, He lit into them gentlemen; He shore mussed up the court-house square With rags an' meat an' hide an' hair. Every time I come to town The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun'; Makes no difference if he is a houn', They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.