For this song tune your A string up to a B and your D string to an E. Forget about the g
string because it wont be used
It is not exactly what it is in the song because there are two guitars but this is a
good representation of the real thing
CAPO 5

starts with this
|---0----2-|
|-------0--|
|----------|
|---4------|
|-----0----|
|-0--------|

Repeats this for rest of the song

||--0-----2-0-----2-0-----2---||
||0-0----0--0----0--0----0---0||
||----------------------------||
||----4-------4-------4-------||
||0-----0-------0-------0----0||
||--0-------0-------0---------||

lyrics

I came across the lyrics to this song a few years ago & loved it, by chance a few weeks
later I actually heard it on the radio for the 1st & only time & it was a fun song! All
the more fitting because we have a miniature Dachshund, Josie

I'm a tiny dog named Dixie.

I have small feet which pitter patter on the linoleum floor.

You can hear my toenails in the middle of the night.

My tag says I belong to the Johnsons but they don't own me they just feed me, they just
bought me one day.

And in the middle of the day I sit in the sun and I hear young children call me a
weiner-dog perhaps thats what I am - the dramatic term is dachshund and I like that.

I'm thin and I'm proud, no one can make fun of me,

I can slip through the bars of a prison if I were incarcerated but I don't know what I
would do wrong-my body yields no evil inclination.

I'm a pure weiner dog.

My name is Dixie and I go dancing across the floor inthe evening of the Johnsons when
everyone is sleeping, sometimes I look for a morsel of food but they are so clean, they
are almost anal retentive in their cleanliness habit and there is nothing for me. But I
don't despair because I know tomorrow my gaines burger will be there and they will unwrap
the plastic from them and feed me this succulant dish and I will eat and oh I've watched
the German shepards with their long necks, their long graceful necks dipping into the
toliet to drink whenever they want to have a drink of cool water in that well, but I 
must plead, I must beg, I must whine for Mr. Johnson to put out my bowl or one of the 
Johnson boys
to refill it after I drink it because I am Dixie the dog and I like water.

And in the middle of hte night you can see me dancning a small Fred Astaire tap dance
with my little toenails, they go click, click,click against the linoleum and I run down
the hall and I slide and the back of me goes in front of me-slowly.

I'm long and I'm think

I'm Dixie the tiny dog and I like it.