Little Brown Jug Of Rye

Little Brown Jug Of Rye (Larry W Jones 10/13/2019) (song #7641)My dog and I live all aloneI eat raw meat and he eats boneHe catches flies and I like ryeOh, we’ll be pals until he diesOh, ho ho ho, old dog and meLittle brown jug of rye I seeOh, ho ho ho, old dog and meLittle brown jug don’t have no fleasLittle brown jug ain’t got no goalsLike my old clothes got many holesI crawl around on all my foursWhen it’s tipped up then down it poursChorus:When I toil I roll up my sleevesWork, my little brown jug relievesBeneath a tall and shady treeLittle brown jug will comfort meChorus:Oh, I’m kinfolk to Adam’s raceScattered over every old placeA lot of them have an old dogAnd little brown jug that brings fogChorus:If I’d a horse on which to rideI’d saddle him and spur his sideI’d feed him hay til old and grayAnd ride him forty miles a dayChorus:Roses are red, violets blueMy nose is red which gives a clueLittle brown jug, start at the topThen drink it down to the last dropOh, ho ho ho, old dog and meLittle brown jug of rye I seeOh, ho ho ho, old dog and meLittle brown jug don’t have no fleas Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.