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THEY GOTTA QUIT KICKIN' MY DAWG AROUND (Music: Cy Perkins / Lyrics: Webb M. Oungst) Byron G. Harlan & American Quartet - 1912 Cy Stebbins - 1922 Gid Tanner & His Skillet Lickers (vocal: Riley Puckett) - 1926 Doc Hopkins & His Country Boys - 1944 Lulu Belle & Scotty - 1950 The Rum Runners - 1963 The New Christy Minstrels - 1965 Bob Dylan - 1967 Buffy Sainte-Marie - 1968 Lula Belle - 1986 Also recorded by: Russ Brown & Cadets; Jimmy Driftwood; Rosy McHargue's Ragtimers. As recorded by BYRON G. HARLAN & American Quartet: Wunst me an' Lem Briggs an' ol' Bill Brown Tuk a load of cawn to town An' ol' Jim-dawg, the orn'ry cuss He jes' nachelly follered us As we driv' past Sam Johnson's store Passel o' yapes kem out the door When Jim he stops to smell a box They shied at him a bunch o' rocks Ev'rytime I come to town The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun' Makes no dif'rence if he is a houn' They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun' They tied a tin can to his tail An' run him a-past the county jail An' that plumb nachelly makes me sore An' Lem he cussed an' Bill he swore Me an' Lem Briggs an' ol' Bill Brown We lost no time in a-jumpin' down An' we wiped them ducks up on the groun' Fer kickin' my ol' dawg aroun' Ev'rytime I come to town The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun' Makes no dif'rence if he is a houn' They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun' Folks say a dawg cain'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 Jim seed his duty thar an' then An' he lit into them gentlemen And he shore mussed up the court house square With rags an' meat an' hide an' hair Ev'rytime I come to town The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun' Makes no dif'rence if he is a houn' They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun' ******************** As recorded by THE SKILLET LICKERS: Me and Lem Briggs and old Bill Brown Took a load of corn to town Old Jim dog, the orn'ry pup He just naturally followed up Every time I come to town You boys go to kickin' my dog around Makes no difference if he is a hound Ya gotta quit kickin' my dog around As we driv' past the country store A passel of yaps came out the door Jim he scooted behind a box Showered him with sticks and rocks Every time I come to town You boys go to kickin' my dog around Makes no difference if he is a hound Ya gotta quit kickin' my dog around They tied a tin can to his tail And run him a-past the county jail That just naturally makes me sore Bill he cussed and Lem he swore Every time I come to town You boys go to kickin' my dog around Makes no difference if he is a hound Ya gotta quit kickin' my dog around Every time I come to town You boys go to kickin' my dog around Makes no difference if he is a hound Ya gotta quit kickin' my dog around ******************** As recorded by JIMMY DRIFTWOOD: Me and Lem Brick and old Bill Brown Takin’ a load of corn to town My old Jim dog, the darned old cuss He just naturally followed us We drove by Sam Johnson’s door Passed and cursed him out the door Jim, he scooted behind the box All them fellers are throwin’ rocks Every time I go to town The boys keep kickin’ my dog around Makes no difference if he is a hound They gotta quit kickin' my dog around They tied a can to old Jim’s tail Run him around the county jail That made us a-dadburned sore Lim, he cussed and Bill, he swore Me and Lim Brick and old Bill Brown Lost no time a-gettin' down We lost them fellers on the ground For kicking my old Jim dog around Every time I go to town The boys keep kickin’ my dog around Makes no difference if he is a hound They gotta quit kickin' my dog around Jim saw his duty there and then He tore into them gentlemen He sure messed up the courthouse square With rags and meat and the hide and hair The Sheriff came and stopped the fuss All them boys shook hands with us We gathered ‘round that load of corn And every man had a healthy horn Every time I go to town The boys keep kickin’ my dog around Makes no difference if he is a hound They gotta quit kickin' my dog around Old Jim dog ain't worth much cash But I can tell you he ain’t no trash He wakes me up before the break of day And he keeps them revenueboys away He’s the best old dog you ever did see Wherever I go, he follows me His voice is sweet, his name is Jim He’d fight for me and I’d fight for him Every time I go to town The boys keep a-kickin’ my dog around Makes no difference if he is a hound They gotta quit kickin' my dog around ******************** As recorded by BUFFY SAINTE-MARIE: Every time I go to town The boys keep a-kickin' my dog around Makes no difference if'n he's a hound They gotta quit kickin' my dog around Me and Lem Briggs and ol' Bill Brown Took us a little walk to town My old Jim dog, an orn'ry old cuss He just naturally follered us As we went by Joe Johnson's store A passel of yaps come out the door Yellin' and a-screamin' and a-throwin' rocks They run my Jim dog under a box Well Jim seed his duty there and then He lit right into them gentlemen He sure messed up that courthouse square With the rags and the meat and the hide and the hair Every time I go to town The boys keep a-kickin' my dog around Makes no difference if'n he's a hound They gotta quit kickin' my dog around (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - April 2018)

    





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