Lyrics

I got a black dog by the name of Bill We lives in a shack on the top of the hill Sleeping all day, Howling all night Don't you monkey with the puppy or you'll get yourself a dog fight WellI don't know what I've been told Got a big black dog, got a whole lot of soul Running through a field, lookin for a meal You better run and ride from the beagle and Big Bill A young rebel by the name of Frank Got himself a bottle and took a little drank Took a little drank, got a little drunk Got bit by the black dog, had to blow a big chunk A pretty young thing by the name of Katy Said it ain't no fun being Franky's old lady When he gets to drunk, acted like a punk Can't get it up and give her that sweet funk