Stinkhouse Blues

My dog won't stop fartin', he's ruinin' my good beer.

No, my dog just won't stop fartin', he's ruinin' my evening beer.

If he don't take a walk real soon, I'll run and plum right outta here.

My feet are kind of stinking, been in those working boots all day.

Oh, my feet are kind of stinking, stuck in those working boots all day.

Oh, I try to let them breathe, but even the dog can't bear to stay.

Oh, I wish that my house smelled like a clear, fresh mountain breeze.

Oh, I wish that my house smelled like a clear, fresh mountain breeze.

But I guess I'll just crack a window, eat more chili, and open that new fancy cheese.