Big Black Dog

Well, I was on my way home From Woodgrain station He stopped me in the middle of the road He was a big black dog, whinin' along He said, "You better do what you told" I jumped back, rather astounded I never heard a dog could speak But my mouth went dry When he looked me in the eye He'd been itchin' just to bust for weeks I said, "Hey, won't you scratch my back? Hey babe, scratch my back" Ooh I said, "Hey, won't you scratch my back?" Well we were standing alone on the eastside When she give-a me a smile She said, "I like it here, watchin' what goes by" And I don't doubt question why I said, "Hey, what's that comin' Starin' with that evil eye?" "Well, there's a sweet honey child Comin' over here and she Looks just about my size" I said, "Hey, won't you scratch my back? Hey babe, scratch my back" Ooh I said, "Hey, won't you scratch my back?" Through the streets of Memphis I try to find my black and tan I looked on every corner It was-a itchin' on another man I reached into my pocket I try to find myself some beer "You can take my bread Or sleep in my bed But darlin', please stay right here" I said, "Hey, won't you scratch my back? Hey babe, scratch my back" Ooh I said, "Hey, won't you scratch my back?"