Big Black Dog

Well, I was on my way home

From Woodgrain station

He stopped me in the middle of the road

He was a big black dog, whinin' along

He said, "You better do what you told"

I jumped back, rather astounded

I never heard a dog could speak

But my mouth went dry

When he looked me in the eye

He'd been itchin' just to bust for weeks

I said, "Hey, won't you scratch my back?

Hey babe, scratch my back"

Ooh I said, "Hey, won't you scratch my back?"

Well we were standing alone on the eastside

When she give-a me a smile

She said, "I like it here, watchin' what goes by"

And I don't doubt question why

I said, "Hey, what's that comin'

Starin' with that evil eye?"

"Well, there's a sweet honey child

Comin' over here and she

Looks just about my size"

I said, "Hey, won't you scratch my back?

Hey babe, scratch my back"

Ooh I said, "Hey, won't you scratch my back?"

Through the streets of Memphis

I try to find my black and tan

I looked on every corner

It was-a itchin' on another man

I reached into my pocket

I try to find myself some beer

"You can take my bread

Or sleep in my bed

But darlin', please stay right here"

I said, "Hey, won't you scratch my back?

Hey babe, scratch my back"

Ooh I said, "Hey, won't you scratch my back?"