Lyrics

Well, I got a dog named Bronco
But his friends, they call him Boog
And he came from a cage full of mutts and mange
Just as any good outlaw should
He’s a blood huntin’ snuggle wantin’ killer
He’d kill for some good company
But when the law’s on his heels then he’s off for the hills
He’s on the run singin’ his song
No country for good dogs

His friends call it the home of the slaves
He calls it the land of the thieves
In dog is god we trust
And that ain’t much…
Don’t ya sit up stand there and tell me
The road’s no home for my hound
Hot damn, I got the happiest hound in any a town
So get along doggy, get along
No country for good dogs

I was takin’ a walk with that scraggly dog
He’s got a smile that could kill a squirrel
He’s got a howl that could make about any gal shake
And a growl that could quake the world
But I wish he wasn’t quicker than the critters with the prickers
When he gets himself a porcupine
Nah, he won’t stand down with the quills in his mouth
And you know I can’t foot the bill…
When I take him to the clinic in a wide-eyed panic
His breathin’ was a dyin’ wheeze
But the doc won’t stop it if ya ain’t got the dollars
In your wallet they decide they need
Call me a lyin’ cheatin’ son of a somethin’
I s’pose that makes me a millionaire
Man, if that ain’t fair go on and shove it somewhere
We’re on the run, singin’ our song
No country for good dogs

Our friends call it the home of the slaves
We call it the land of the thieves
In dog is god we trust
And that ain’t much…
Don’t ya sit up stand there and tell me
The road’s no home for my hound
Hot damn, I got the happiest hound in any a town
Now, get along doggy, get along
No country for good dogs

Nah, don’t ya sit up just to stand there and tell me
The roads no home for my hound…
Well, hot damn, I got the happiest hound in any a town
So get along doggy, get along
No country for good dogs
No dogs allowed!