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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
Pa said, "Son, what have you got?
He's blueticked[?] and Lord knows what"
Pretty soon word got spread around
Billy Joe's found a "Lord knows how"
Oh, 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, 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 milk cow's еar
We took Jake to run a raccoon
But he lеad us straight to the town saloon
While the sheriff sat there in trembling fear
Jake chewed his star and he drank his beer
Oh, 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
"Jake" I said, "You're my best friend
We'll stick together 'til the end"
Then under the window where Ma had sat
We spotted the tracks of a mountain cat
Jake took off to doggy scare
He bellered that cat from here to there
And all them fellas 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
Way up high on the limb he sat
My mother's precious calico cat
Oh, 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 quit kickin' my dog around (You hear what I say?)
Every time I go to town
The boys keep kickin' my dog around…
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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
Pa said, "Son, what have you got?
He's blueticked[?] and Lord knows what"
Pretty soon word got spread around
Billy Joe's found a "Lord knows how"
Oh, 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, 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 milk cow's еar
We took Jake to run a raccoon
But he lеad us straight to the town saloon
While the sheriff sat there in trembling fear
Jake chewed his star and he drank his beer
Oh, 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
"Jake" I said, "You're my best friend
We'll stick together 'til the end"
Then under the window where Ma had sat
We spotted the tracks of a mountain cat
Jake took off to doggy scare
He bellered that cat from here to there
And all them fellas 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
Way up high on the limb he sat
My mother's precious calico cat
Oh, 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 quit kickin' my dog around (You hear what I say?)
Every time I go to town
The boys keep kickin' my dog around…
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L'original "They gotta quit kickin my dawg around" date de la fin du 19ème siècle et a pour origine géographique le Missouri (Monts Ozarks). L'un des premiers enregistrements connu est celui de Byron G. Harlan en 1912, puis vient celui de Gid Tanner & the Skillet Lickers, en 1926, sous le titre "Ya gotta quit kickin my dog around". La chanson est aussi nommée "The Hound Dawg Song" notamment par Uncle Joe's banjo band.
En 1965, la chanson est popularisée par les New Christy Minstrels sous l'intitulé "They gotta quit kickin' my dog around", puis elle est reprise par Buffy Sainte-Marie, par Ian Whitcomb, en 1967 ("They gotta stop kickin' my dog around"), par Bob Dylan et par Russ Brown.
En 1965, la version des New Christy Minstrels est adaptée en français par Claude Carrère pour Sheila, mais les malheurs du pauvre chien ont disparu de la version française. La chanson sera reprise au Québec, en 1968, par Renée Martel et par Les Milady's.
En 2011, Juliette Greco reprendra la chanson.
"The hound dog song" a été repris par Bill Staines, par The Camptown Shakers, par Kevin Roth, par Neil Gelvin & ''Fiddlin'' Pete Watercott, par Big Blow and the Bushwackers, par The North Folk Rounders, par Terry Hall And Mushtaq, par Red Yarn ainsi que par Wayne Erbsen.
En néerlandais, Ria Walk interprète "Reng-deng-deng".
Lyrics:
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
Pa said, "Son, what have you got?
He's blueticked[?] and Lord knows what"
Pretty soon word got spread around
Billy Joe's found a "Lord knows how"
Oh, 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, 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 milk cow's еar
We took Jake to run a raccoon
But he lеad us straight to the town saloon
While the sheriff sat there in trembling fear
Jake chewed his star and he drank his beer
Oh, 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
"Jake" I said, "You're my best friend
We'll stick together 'til the end"
Then under the window where Ma had sat
We spotted the tracks of a mountain cat
Jake took off to doggy scare
He bellered that cat from here to there
And all them fellas 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
Way up high on the limb he sat
My mother's precious calico cat
Oh, 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 quit kickin' my dog around (You hear what I say?)
Every time I go to town
The boys keep kickin' my dog around…
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