H (con’t)
As we drove past Johnson's store
A passel of yaps come out the door
Jim he scooted behind a box
With all them fellers a-throwin' rocks

They tied a can to old Jim's tail
An' run him past the county jail
That just naturally made us sore
Lem, he cussed, and Bill, he swore.

Me an' Lem Briggs an' old Bill Brown
Lost no time in a-gitten down
We wiped them fellers on the ground
For kickin' my old dawg, Jim, around.

Jim seen his duty there an' then
He lit into them gentlemen
He shore mussed up the courthouse square
With rags an' meat an' hide an' hair.

Repeat verse 1
Ed. Personal Note: Years ago, our 3 children used to take great delight in roaring this song out as we drove along on many a camping trip. It's still worth a chuckle when the Robbins family gets together!

From Raven F. HOUND DOG SONG : Hi, I am trying to find a online recording of the song "Every time I go to town, someone kicks my dog around" that’s on your website. I need to be able to download it. We are having a memorial for a friend who died and that was her most favorite song. Would you happen to know where I can find a recording of this song? Would you happen to know if it's located anywhere on the web, where I can download it? Thank you! Raven

[Ed reply: I've searched extensively and the only one recording reference I've come up with is a Bob Dylan one:  Bob Dylan and The Band on "The Basement Tapes", 1967. I can’t find any online recordings. However, try this address http://www.lomaxarchive.com/index.html  You will have to register (no cost)to gain access, but there's a good chance that you'll find the song here. I know that it is in print in Lomax' book "Folksongs of North America." Sorry that I can't be of more help. Phyl R.]

Hi....thank you for this info!! Raven <;]


A HORSE NAMED BILL (on our site, see also billhorse.html)
From:  Steve W Dear Phyllis & Walter – We used to sing the song you call "A Horse Named Bill," only we called it "Crazy Dixie."  I tried to find the words by Googling "Crazy Dixie," but I came up with all sorts of junk.  Then I tried Googling "a great sharpshootress," and wham, I found your lovely website. What I wanted to tell you is that I know another verse to "A Horse . .
." that would probably come after your verse three.  It goes:

At shooting birds I am a brute
There is no bird I cannot shoot
In the eyes, in the ears,
In the teeth, in the finners.

I also recall hearing that the words were composed by the famous American poet, Carl Sandberg.

Ed. Note: Thanks for your verse to "A Horse Named Bill." By the way, the  Lomax verse says "fingers" instead of "finners."