Little sheep-killing dog, fell in with a bad crowd

Three miles away, hear 'em howling when they howl so loud

Down at the end of the road, a bloody mouth and she was so proud

Her first taste of blood and it's a dog gone wrong

And it's a doggone shame

Black fur clinging to the lowest wire

Mud on your feet, scratches down your back say that you're a liar

Once she crossed that line, once she crossed the fence

Little sheep should know they oughta pack up and go but they got no sense

Slack up on the rope and she's bound to roam

Pulling up steaks and spitting out the bone

Give her an inch, she's looking for a mile

Give her a cake and she's looking for a file

Give her a kiss, she's gonna suck the gold right out of your mouth

Give her a car and she'll be headed South

Little dog came sneaking without a sound

Sneaking up so low-down, steering clear of the higher ground

Once you cross that line you can't help but see

Little lambs should fall easy as the apples fall from a tree

Slack up on the rope and she's bound to roam

Pulling up/out stakes/steaks and spitting out the bone

Give her an inch, she's looking for a mile

Give her a cake and she's looking for a file

Give her a kiss, she's gonna suck the gold right out of your mouth

Give her a car and she'll be headed South

Little sheep-killing dog fell in with a bad crowd

Three miles away, hear 'em howling when they howl so loud

Down at the end of the road, a bloody mouth and she was so proud

Her first taste of blood and it's a dog gone wrong

And It's a doggone shame

First taste of blood and it's a dog gone wrong and

And it's a doggone shame