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