From the recording A Merry Little While

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Lyrics and music by Esther Wheaton

Lyrics

Won't you get me a hound for Christmas?
Won't you tie her all up with a bow-wow-wow-wow
'Cause when you leave me to fly to Atlanta, I’ll cry
Unless you get me a hound for Christmas

Well, sometimes I ride the black dog
And sometimes it rides me
But when I'm here at home and you’re too busy to phone
That black dog is good company

They don't get much snow down in Georgia
But there's a blizzard in old Waterloo
You know you lay me down low when you leave me all alone
Won't you get me a hound for Christmas?

I don't need no purebred or hunter
No fancy elite pedigree
So long's she's got fur, and a bark – not a purr
I know she’d be just what I need

‘Cause I ain't got a shoulder to cry on
No pinto or mustang to ride on
But with that dog I'd go far in my little green car
Won't you get me a hound for Christmas?

Won't you get me a hound for Christmas?
Won't you tie her all up in a bow-wow-wow-wow
I know you're flying in your jumbo jet
But you ain't comin' home to me yet
Won't you get me a hound for Christmas