They Gotta Quit Kickin

D D A Every time I go to town D The boys keep a-kickin' my dog around A Makes no difference if'n he's a hound D They gotta quit kickin' my dog around D A D A D A Me and Lem Briggs and ol' Bill Brown D Took us a little walk to town A My old Jim dog, an orn'ry old cuss D He just naturally follered us A As we went by Joe Johnson's store D A passel of yaps come out the door A Yellin' and a-screamin' and a-throwin' rocks D They run my Jim dog under a box A Well Jim seed his duty there and then D He lit into them gentlemen A He sure messed up that courthouse square D With the rags and the meat and the hide and the hair D A Every time I go to town D The boys keep a-kickin' my dog around A Makes no difference if'n he's a hound D They gotta quit kickin' my dog around D A D A D D A D A D