Another Installment of the "Not So Weekly Blues Lyrics"

Every time my dog is nice to the neighbors, I think of this song.

My Dog
(M. Baker - P. Chatman). Recorded in Paris, 14 Dec. 1973 with Mickey Baker, Louis Myers, Jimmy Rogers, Dave Myers, and Fred Below. From the CD "The Blues And Me" (Black & Blue, 1993).

How come my dog don't bark whenever you are on the scene?
You know I just can't understand it, 'cause I know that hound is mean

Now you been comin' around to my house
When my wife was all alone
Talkin' all kinds of trash
Throwin' my dog a bone

How come my dog don't bark whenever you are on the scene?
You know I just can't understand it, 'cause I know that hound is mean

He bit my next door neighbor
He bit my father too
Growled at my dear mother
Ate up my old shoe

Now how come that dog ain't barkin' whenever you are on the scene?
You know I just can't understand it, 'cause I know that hound is mean

Now he can see like an owl
He can hear you drop a pin
But what I'd like to know
Is how the hell did you get in?

Now how come that dog don't bark whenever you are on the scene?
You know I just can't understand it, 'cause I know that hound is mean

Now you been comin' around to my house
My wife was all alone
Talkin' all kinds of trash
And throwin' my dog a bone

Now how come my dog ain't barkin' whenever you are on the scene?
You know I just can't understand it, 'cause I know that hound is mean