The Dog Song Harry Belafonte

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