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OldHippieChick OP wrote

Me and old Lem Briggs and old Bill Brown Took a load of corn to town Old Jim dog, the on'ery pup He just naturally followed us up

Every time I come to town The boys go to kicking my dog around Makes no difference if he's a hound Ya gotta quit kicking 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

They tied a tin can to his tail And run him past the county jail That just naturally makes me sore Bill he cussed and Lem he swore

Me and Lem Briggs and old Bill Brown Lost no time a-getting down We whupped them fellers to the ground

For kickin' my old dog, Jim, around Jim seed his duty there and then He sure let into those gentlemen He sure messed up that townhouse square With rags and meat and hide and hair

It's a two chord song and if you forget the lyrics, you can just keep going with "Dawg around dawg around gotta stop kicking my dawg around" until your dawg thinks "dawgaround" done be their name but jes between you an me, "Jim" fits better on them thar high fallutin' fancy-ass AKC registration papers.