“Kickin’ My Dawg” — lyrics & chords

Traditional. Arranged by Andru Bemis

 F                         Dm Every time I come to town               F                      C7                   F Them boys keep kicking my dawg around                                                    Dm It doesn’t matter that he’s a hound             F                       C7                    F They gotta stop kicking my dawg around Me and Lem Briggs and old Bill Brown Took a load of corn to town My old dawg, Jim, the ornery old cuss Well he just naturally followed us As we drove past Johnson’s store A pile of yaps ran out the door Jim, he scooted behind a box Cause all them fellers was throwing rocks They tied a can to old Jim’s tail And ran him past the county jail That just naturally made us sore Lem, he cussed, and Bill, he swore Well, me and Lem Briggs and old Bill Brown We lost no time getting down We swept them fellers right into the ground For kickin’ my old dawg, Jim, around Jim seen his duty right there and then He lit right into them gentlemen He sure messed up the courthouse square With rags and meat and hide and hair