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Salty Dog Blues (Take 2) by Papa Charlie Jackson

Salty Dog Blues (Take 2) - Papa Charlie Jackson; G position.

Won't you let me be your salty dog
I don't want to be your man at all
You salty dog, you salty dog

Oh honey babe, let me be your salty dog
You salty dog, mama you salty dog

Said it ain't but the one thing grieve my mind
All these women and none is mine
You salty dog, you salty dog

Why don't you let me be your salty dog
Don't want to be your man at all
You salty dog, mama you salty dog

Said little fish, big fish, swimmin' in the water
Come on back here, man, and give me my quarter
You salty dog, you salty dog

Why don't you let me be your salty dog
Don't want to be your man at all
Salty dog, mama you salty dog

Just like hunting for the needle in a bed of sand
Trying to find a woman hasn't got no man
You salty dog, you salty dog

Three barrels of your whisky, four barrels of gin
Said the headknocker's home and you can't come in
You salty dog, mama you salty dog

Why don't you let me be your salty dog
Don't want to be your man at all
You salty dog, you salty dog

Oh honey babe, let me be your salty dog
You salty dog, mama you salty dog

Said God made a woman and he made her mighty funny
Lips around her mouth just sweet as any honey
You salty dog, you salty dog

Why don't you let me be your salty dog
Don't want to be your man at all
You salty dog, mama you salty dog

Now who in the ham and the confound nation
Just turned them taters on my plantation
You salty dog, ah you salty dog

Why don't you let me be your salty dog
Don't want to be your man at all
Salty dog, mama, you salty dog

Now the scaredest I ever been in my life
Uncle Bud like to caught me kissin' his wife
You salty dog, ah you salty dog

Now if this was a coffee pot and that was the spout
I'll be the waitin' boy to pour the coffee out
You salty dog, mama, you salty dog