Stinkhouse Blues

My dog won't stop farting. He's ruining my good beer

No, my dog just won't stop farting

He's ruining my evening beer

If he don't take a walk real soon

I'll run him plum right out of here. My feet are kind of stinking

Been in those workin' boots all day Oh, my feet are kinda stinkin'

Stuck in those workin' boots all day Oh, I try to let them breed

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