Wunst me ’n’ Lem Briggs ’n’ ol’ Bill Brown, Tuk a load of cawn to town, An’ ol’ Jim-dawg (the on-ry cuss) He jes’ nachelly follered us. 
Chorus: Ev’rytime I come to town, The boys keep kickin’ my dawg around’; Makes no dif’rence if he is a houn’, They gotta quit kickin’ my dawg aroun’. 
As we driv’ past Sam Johnson’s store, Passel o’ yapes kem out th’door, When Jim, he stops to smell a box, They shied at him a bunch o’rocks. 
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They tied a tin can to his tail, An’ run him a-past the county jail, "N’ that plumb nachelly makes me sore, "n" Lem he cussed ’n’ Bill he swore. 
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Me ’n’ Lem Briggs ’n’ ol’ Bill Brown, We lost no time in a jumpin’ dowon, An’ we wiped them ducks up on the groun’ Fer kickin’ my ol’ dawg aroun’. 
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Folks say a dawg kain’t hold no grudge, But wunst, when I got too much budge, Them town ducks tried to do me up, But they didn’t count on ol’ Jim-pup. 
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Jim seed his duty thar an’ then, An’ he lit into them gentlemen, And he shore mussed up the cote house square With rags ’n’ meat ’n’ hide ’n’ hair! 
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