The Dog Song

That sounds like a rabbit-dog

I believe that's a bird-dog

Oh that's an old civil-rights chaser

Lord, Lord I know that's a coon-dog

Talking ´bout a white dog

Talking ´bout a black dog

Talking ´bout a rabbit-dog

Talking ´bout a coon-dog

All them dogs, all them dogs

All them dogs Lordy, Lordy

All them dogs

Well why can't we sit un' the apple tree

You walk, walk with me

You talk, talk with me

Well why don't you hold my hand and tell me

You understand now can't you see

You and me oh yes

We'll be so happy

Sit on the apple tree

My little doggy was a playing one day

Down in the meadow by a bundle of hay

Another little doggy well he come along

Said let's get together and eat this bone

Now why can't we sit on the apple tree

My little doggy started jumping around

Said let's take a trip to the heart of town

The other little doggy well he made a face

Said I don't trust the members of the human race

Now why can't we sit on the apple tree

My little doggy said he would go

Down a town to see what was so

He stayed all day till the sky got dark

Run at home and he started to bark

Well why can't we sit on the apple tree

He said you won't believe the news I bring

I saw some march and I heard some sing

Some was a yelling and a throwing stones

Wherever I did see weren't sharing any bones

Now why can't we sit on the apple tree