Brass plays a sad tune
Over the motors of the pontoon
I was lost, now I’m found
Rescued from the dog pound
Mama! Mama! Go get a doctor!
Send forty days of rain
And a kettle of copper!
Ride that train! Hurry uptown!
That old blue norther’s pouring
At the dog pound
Well it’s hard to be humble
In this land by the sea
But it’s so easy here to stumble
Ain’t it hard living free?
Hear that train? How sweet the sound
That Burlington’s a-blowing
At the dog pound
Rally! Rally! Creeping up the alley!
Rope that heifer! No slack on the dally!
Make her now become a cow
And milk the puppies
At the dog pound
And with the storm well on its way
Back and forth the breakers sway
Fools rush in making their rounds
But the muzzle has em puzzled
At the dog pound
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