Cat. #0222 (MFH #140) - As sung by Mrs. Lucy Quigley, Eureka Springs, Arkansas on September 2, 1958
VERSE 1
Th preacher, he's a dodger
He's a dod, dod, dodger
O, th preacher, he's a dodger
And he's a dodger too
Preach you of th gospel
Tell you of th crimes
Pass around his hat
An' gathers up th dimes
So, we're all a dodgen
A dod, dod, dodgen
And we're all a dodgen
Our way thru th world
VERSE 2
Th lawyer, he's a dodger
He's a dod, dod, dodger
O, th lawyer, he's a dodger
And he's a dodger too
Tell you he'll clear you
And feed you on honey
When your beat
He has all your money
So, we're all a dodgen
A dod, dod, dodgen
And we're all a dodgen
Our way thru th world
VERSE 3
O, th lover, he's a dodger
He's a dod, dod, dodger
O, th lover, he's a dodger
And he's a dodger too
Tell you, love you
And love ya all y'r life
But watch out boys
He's a dodgen fer a wife
So, we're all a dodgen
A dod, dod, dodgen
An' we're all a dodgen
Our way thru th world
VERSE 4
Th doctor, he's a dodger
He's a dod, dod, dodger
O, th doctor he's a dodger
And he's a dodger too
Tell you he'll clear you
And feed ya on pills
An' when your dead
He gathers up his bills
So, we're all a dodgen
A dod, dod, dodgen
And we're all a dodgen
Our way thru th world