Dogcatcher Blues
© 2009 Don Baker

 

Oh his Poppa was a lawyer
an' his Momma was a judge
his Grampa was a hangman
an' Granma don't make fudge

 

Oh, he wasn't good in school, no
an' he wasn't good at sports
He was just a slow boy
who sometimes messed his shorts

 

He was the blues
those godawful dogcatcher blues
Those terrible blues, those miserable blues, those horrible blues
And when you saw him comin'
it was the comin' of th' blues
Those terrible blues, those miserable blues, those horrible blues
those godawful dogcatcher blues


His Poppa said we gotta
do somethin' with this boy
So they called in all their favors
and found some peace and joy

 

An' if he found your cat out
your dog or little bird
he'd throw his net around them
an' add 'em to his herd


He was the blues
those godawful dogcatcher blues
Those terrible blues, those miserable blues, those horrible blues
And when you saw him comin'
it was the comin' of th' blues
Those terrible blues, those miserable blues, those horrible blues
those godawful dogcatcher blues

 

Yes, he would take your friend out
the last you ever had
Cause he had this little sideline
with a biologic lab


Your last friend would go dancin'
with a scientist in white
an' be dead by mornin'
from shakin' through the night

 

He was the blues
those godawful dogcatcher blues
Those terrible blues, those miserable blues, those horrible blues
And when you saw him comin'
it was the comin' of th' blues
Those terrible blues, those miserable blues, those horrible blues
those godawful dogcatcher blues

 

But they found him dead one mornin'
from more than just one bite
All those dead friends came down on 'im
an' killed him just for spite


He got the blues, he got the blues

those godawful dogcatcher blues

 

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© 2011 don baker