Story Behind The Song

It's in there.

Lyrics

Old dog Joe, scratchin' on the door,
Runnin' all night with the moon.
Old dog Joe, curled up on the floor.
Looks like he's a-dreamin' he's still chasin' that coon.

Sassy cat, knows right where she's at,
Sneakin' up on tired ol' Joe.
But Joe's worn flat, he ain't a-stud'in' that
Sassy little kitty till she pounce on his nose.

Then there's more commotion than you got in the ocean.
They're like two bees in a tarbucket, mad as wet hens.
By the end of the tizzy, Sassy looks like who shot Lizzie,
And Joe's creepin' round like dead lice fallin' off o' him.

Old dog Joe, scratched up and laid low,
Tongue a-hangin' out in the air.
Old dog Joe, you're too killin' slow.
When you gonna learn that kitty don't play fair?

Sassy cat, don't know tit from tat.
One day I'm afraid she gon' learn
To sneak up on a possum or a coon,
Then she'll get a taste o' her own medicine.

Yeah, there'll be more commotion than you got in the ocean.
They're like two bees in a tarbucket, mad as wet hens.
By the end of the conniption that ol' coon'll go off fishin'
And Sassy be in sackcloth, musty as a beau chinch.

Old dog Joe, scratchin' on the door,
Runnin' all night with the moon.