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In college there was this stray dog that lived in the woods who would still people's clothes when they went swimming. nobody got them back so we assume he has a cave somewhere full of really nice clothes

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Down in the hole where the little dog roams

If you go swimmin' better wear some clothes

He'll tear the hair right off your skin

Take your britches back to his den

Out on the trail there's a story to tell

About a little wild dog with a rank-ass smell

Took a man's skivvies right off his back

Carried 'em away

Put 'em in his shack

Well the heat of the day'll take its toll

You'd be a damn fool to go in the hole

Ain't nothin' new 'bout losin' your clothes

Down in the holler where the little dog roams

I was hangin' out down in that creek

The fish was bitin'

Couldn't be beat

Saw a black nose peekin' 'round the tree

A couple hours later

I was free ballin' back home

Well the heat of the day'll take its toll

You'd be a damn fool to go in the hole

Ain't nothin' new 'bout losin' your clothes

Down in the holler where the little dog roams

And that dog he's got a real fine taste

Got a treasure trove back in his cave

Stetson hats and pearl snap shirts

Now my baby she won't take me to church