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Hound Dog Song 
Hound Dog Song 
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 courthouse 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'. 
From Ozark Folksongs, Randolph. According to Randolph, this was very popular in the Ozarks during the 1912 Presidential campaign of Champ Clark. 
Recorded by Golden Ring, Folk Legacy