The dog song

That sounds like a rabbit-dog
I believe that's a bird-dog
Oh that's an old civil-rights chaser
Lord, Lord I know that's a coon-dog

Talking ´bout a white dog
Talking ´bout a black dog
Talking ´bout a rabbit-dog
Talking ´bout a coon-dog
All them dogs, all them dogs
All them dogs Lordy, Lordy
All them dogs
Well why can't we sit un' the apple tree

You walk, walk with me
You talk, talk with me
Well why don't you hold my hand and tell me
You understand now can't you see
You and me oh yes
We'll be so happy
Sit on the apple tree

My little doggy was a playing one day
Down in the meadow by a bundle of hay
Another little doggy well he come along
Said let's get together and eat this bone
Now why can't we sit on the apple tree

My little doggy started jumping around
Said let's take a trip to the heart of town
The other little doggy well he made a face
Said I don't trust the members of the human race
Now why can't we sit on the apple tree

My little doggy said he would go
Down a town to see what was so
He stayed all day till the sky got dark
Run at home and he started to bark
Well why can't we sit on the apple tree

He said you won't believe the news I bring
I saw some march and I heard some sing
Some was a yelling and a throwing stones
Wherever I did see weren't sharing any bones
Now why can't we sit on the apple tree