Fleas Infest from The Lupine by Miriam Hacksaw

Carry me out by the scruff of my neck
I might be a dog but I got a pack
Throw me in the back, take me to the pound
I’ll swim ashore as you run aground

CHORUS
Fleas infest the pack rat nest
The place you thought you’d get your rest
Fleas infest the pack rat nest
Ruin everything you left

Whiskey is brown, wine is red
I might be a dog but I’ll know when I’m dead
The fiddle it sings, the banjo it rings
Everyone buries bright shiny things

Clutch your purse tight hold it all through the night
Look out the window the fire burns bright
The rhythm bones rattle, the raven she calls
The empire crumbles like leaves in the fall

• Country
• Folk
• oldtime
• roots
• traditional
• New Orleans