The New Christy Minstrels version



I had an old dog and his name was Jake
I found him out in the old canebrake
I figured he'd make a real good hound
As soon as he learned his way around

What's that son what have you got
He's blueticked gwat* and Lord knows what
Pretty soon word got spread around
Billy Joe's found the Lord knows now

Ooooh
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

So I took Jake out and schooled him hard,
but he chased Ma's ducks all around the yard
He chased her chickens and a rabbit and a deer
and he chewed on the neighbor's milking cows ear

We took Jake to run a racoon,
but he lead us straight to the town saloon
While the Sheriff sat there in tremblin' fear
Jake chewed his star and he drank his beer

Ooooh
Every time I go to town
The boys keep kickin' my dog around
Makes no difference if he is a hound
You gotta quit kickin' my dog around

So Jake I said your my best friend
We'll stick together till the end
When under the window where Ma had sat
We spotted the practice of a mountain cat

Jake took off to doggy scare
He bellered that cat from here to there
When all of them fellows showed up from town
To hear that cat and that crazy hound

My Jake he had that critter treed
The boys all looked and smiled at me
Away up high on the limb he sat
My mother's precious calico cat

Ooooooh
Every time I go to town
The boys keep kickin' my dog around
Makes no difference if he is a hound
You gotta quit kickin' my dog around (Come on you guys)

Every time I go to town



The boys keep kickin' my dog around
Makes no difference if he is a hound
You gotta stop kickin' my dog around (You hear what I tell ya)

Every time I go to town
The boys keep kickin' my dog around
Makes no difference if he is a hound
You gotta stop kickin' my dog around

*Though there are other definitions for this word, the definition that makes sense in this context is this:
The mythological gwat is a large furry red haired rodent that slinks behind pubs and is often associated with hay bales. Mostly active towards sunset, these highly polygynous creatures have an eary call that most closely resembles a gurgling pump.