12.
Mountain Home, Ark.
Collected from: Norma Wood December 1963
Collected by: Carolyn Wood
Reel 435, Item 11
Hound Dog Song
Wunst me'n Lem Briggs and Old Bill Brown Tuk a load of wood to town;
Bill's old dog the ornery cuss He just nac herlly followed us.
Every time I come to town,
The boys start kickin my dog aroun,
Makes no difference if he is hound They gotta quit kickin my dog around.
As we drive past Sam Johnson's Store,
Passel of them came out the door When, Jim, he scoots behind a box,
They shied at him a bunch of rocks.
They tied a tin can to his tail And run him past the county jail,
(n that plum nacherly made me sore 'n Lem he cussed 'n Bill he swore.
Me 'n Lem Briggs 'n old Bill Brown Lost no time a gittin down We wiped them fellers on the ground For kickin my old dog, Jim around.
Folks say a dog kaint hold a grudge,
But wunst when I got too much to budge,
Them town ducks tried to do me up,
But they hadn't ounted on 01' Jim's pup.
Jim seed his duty that and then An lit into them gentlemen,
He shore mussed up the cotehouse square With rags 'n meat 'n hide 'n hair.