Little sheep-killing dog, fell in with a bad crowd
Three miles away, hear 'em howling when they howl so loud
Down at the end of the road, a bloody mouth and she was so proud
Her first taste of blood and it's a dog gone wrong
And it's a doggone shame

Black fur clinging to the lowest wire
Mud on your feet, scratches down your back say that you're a liar
Once she crossed that line, once she crossed the fence
Little sheep should know they oughta pack up and go but they got no sense

Slack up on the rope and she's bound to roam
Pulling up steaks and spitting out the bone
Give her an inch, she's looking for a mile
Give her a cake and she's looking for a file
Give her a kiss, she's gonna suck the gold right out of your mouth
Give her a car and she'll be headed South

Little dog came sneaking without a sound
Sneaking up so low-down, steering clear of the higher ground
Once you cross that line you can't help but see
Little lambs should fall easy as the apples fall from a tree

Slack up on the rope and she's bound to roam
Pulling up/out stakes/steaks and spitting out the bone
Give her an inch, she's looking for a mile
Give her a cake and she's looking for a file
Give her a kiss, she's gonna suck the gold right out of your mouth
Give her a car and she'll be headed South

Little sheep-killing dog fell in with a bad crowd
Three miles away, hear 'em howling when they howl so loud
Down at the end of the road, a bloody mouth and she was so proud
Her first taste of blood and it's a dog gone wrong
And It's a doggone shame

First taste of blood and it's a dog gone wrong and
And it's a doggone shame

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Writer(s): IRWIN BEAN