A Politicians Dog

A7 D7 G7 C A Well now, I was born on a Texas ranch D But it seems like I never did get a chance G To cut the mustard like my daddy Rover C Roll in the grass and get dirty all over A I'm a dog. D Registered beagle G C The name of our little old ranch was the LBJ A When I was just a long-eared wet-nose pup D Big Daddy Lyndom came and picked me up G Held me up seven feet to the Texas sky C And told a bunch of newsmen standing by A His name's Him. D Him's a he-dog G C Some of them fellas didnt believe him, had to look for themselves A Well, I picked up all the hound dog habits D Coolin' fireplugs and chasin rabbits G Even had one or two lady friends C But that's where the end of my fun begins A Beause one day the president pulled my ear D And said Sorry, Him, it's election year G Flash bulbs popped like a machine gun C And I knew right then I'd have to help him run A Me in luck D Wantin some night life G C Just a big ol' frustrated beagle in a jet airplane A D G C A Well, me and my sister Her set sail D With LBJ on the campaign trail G Tryin' to keep the Republicans fumin, C Flyin around till I was sick as a human A Workin all day and stayin up late D Lickin tourists at the White House gate G Nibblin congressmen an keepin them nervous, C Playin hide and seek with the Secret Service A Trackin down Russians D Bitin ambassadors G C Tryin to learn how to bark in a foreign language A I tell ya right now, it was gettin me down D Every time a king or queen hits town G The vet hurries over and combs my hair C Clips my nails and sprays me everywhere A Til I smell like a hundred magnolia trees D And the powder flies every time I sneeze G I could leave all this stuff alone C For a good case of fleas and one old bone A But that's politics D Had to get out the vote G Sleep with a stopped up nose C In an air-conditioned doghouse A7 D7 G7 C A7 D7 G7 C