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Hound Dogs Deputy
I hated my job and was desperate to leave
I ignored robberies and other acts of criminality
I was the worst sheriff in the towns history
Eventually they replaced me with a puppy called mystery
They gave my sheriff hat to the puppy
They gave my sheriff badge to the puppy
The locals voted and I was demoted
Now I'm that hound dogs deputy
And that mutts a better sheriff than I could ever be
A cat would be a better Sheriff than me
A tree would be a better Sheriff than me
A flea would be a better Sherriff than me
I admit it I was the worst Sherriff in History.
Something about that mutt inspires me
Since I've been her deputy I've completed multiple acts of bravery
I used to always act cowardly,
Maybe it's the way her curly tail wags when we are on an outlaws trail
Maybe its her big eyes which are so darn brown whenever we take a robber down
Maybe it's how she licks my hands and face to keep me awake when we stake out a villians hideout
Maybe its the paw prints she leaves in the sand so small and delicate like a babies hand
It's a mystery but mystery has made me a better man
Whenever she finds a robber she makes the crook hold her leash
If the convict gives her too much lip she crouches and takes a leak
if there really horrible she locks them in a cell and makes them clean up her poo
When we search for the outlaws she calls it walkies
I like to scratch her ears and stroke her belly
She likes to wrestle and play fetch with me
I was a miserable sheriff but happy hound dog deputy.
I ignored robberies and other acts of criminality
I was the worst sheriff in the towns history
Eventually they replaced me with a puppy called mystery
They gave my sheriff hat to the puppy
They gave my sheriff badge to the puppy
The locals voted and I was demoted
Now I'm that hound dogs deputy
And that mutts a better sheriff than I could ever be
A cat would be a better Sheriff than me
A tree would be a better Sheriff than me
A flea would be a better Sherriff than me
I admit it I was the worst Sherriff in History.
Something about that mutt inspires me
Since I've been her deputy I've completed multiple acts of bravery
I used to always act cowardly,
Maybe it's the way her curly tail wags when we are on an outlaws trail
Maybe its her big eyes which are so darn brown whenever we take a robber down
Maybe it's how she licks my hands and face to keep me awake when we stake out a villians hideout
Maybe its the paw prints she leaves in the sand so small and delicate like a babies hand
It's a mystery but mystery has made me a better man
Whenever she finds a robber she makes the crook hold her leash
If the convict gives her too much lip she crouches and takes a leak
if there really horrible she locks them in a cell and makes them clean up her poo
When we search for the outlaws she calls it walkies
I like to scratch her ears and stroke her belly
She likes to wrestle and play fetch with me
I was a miserable sheriff but happy hound dog deputy.
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