Everytime I come to town Them boys keep kicking my dawg around It doesn't matter that he's a hound 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 Everytime I come to town Them boys keep kicking my dawg around It doesn't matter that he's a hound They gotta stop kicking my dawg around As we drove past Johnson's store A pa**el of yaps come out the door Jim he scooted behind a box Cause all them fellas was throwin' rocks Everytime I come to town Them boys keep kicking my dawg around It doesn't matter that he's a hound They gotta stop kicking my dawg around They tied a can to old Jim's tail And run him past the county jail Well that just naturally made us sore Lem, he cussed, and Bill, he swore Everytime I come to town Them boys keep kicking my dawg around It doesn't matter that he's a hound They gotta stop kicking my dawg around Me and Lem Briggs and old Bill Brown Lost no time gettin' down We swept them fellas 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 Everytime I come to town Them boys keep kicking my dawg around It doesn't matter that he's a hound They gotta stop kicking my dawg around