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Meet him by the road.
There's a dog went running,
Picking through spit out leaves
A dog won't even touch.
Meant to shoot that dog long ago,
Just
C'monna, why'want to, surely gonna make it a try
Chiquita, I needa, cut me off a piece of ya...
Attacked by monsters
Kissing dogs

Attacked by
There's a black dog a coming tonight
Black dog's a coming tonight

Am I coming home to you again
Or am I stupid just by design
Does it matter if you
remind her of the dog
The that way I just did that
Golfers teeing off remind me of my dog
The way he sits by me and shifts on his front paws

What is it
ha

As stale and selfish as a sick dog
Spurning sex like an animal of god
I'll tear your red hair by the roots
And hold you blazing
Hold you
without a soul
Newspaper boys selling you the hard truth
Lucifer employs by the hands of malady

Stuck at the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Stuck
to keep it hid
Hanging by a gossamer thread

Roll on up it's feeding time again
A kiss to suck the lightning from the pain
I'm hatching us a plan for
There I was with the old man
Stranded again so off I'd ran
A young world crashing around me
No possibilities of getting what I need
He looked at me
on the favorite song
Dogs may bark but the caravan moves along

Standing at the crossroads where the middle meets the ends
And I'm hope six ways to Sunday, by
There I was with the old man
Stranded again so off I'd ran
A young world crashing around me
No possibilities of getting what I need
He looked at me
Rattler was a good old dog as blind as he could be
But every night at suppertime I believe that dog could see

Here Rattler here here Rattler here
MacDonald, he made us work but then he paid us for
What it was worth another tank of gas an' back on the road again

Me and you and a dog named Boo
Travelin'
to the block, bop to the bang
Car full of girls in a blue Mustang
Four y’all, more y’all, caravan
V.I.P model in hand, bottle in hand
Wobble again
I make it crack
[George Clinton]
A fox hes got a fox.
Mr. Wolf, hes the guy
Who ran the woods and ate Grandma
But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
Unlike
looking all around 

Like Pilate I have a dog 
{Obeys  listens  kisses  loves} 

Stunned by my own reflection 
It's looking back, sees me too clearly
dog
And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair)
And his suicide can be justified
By the taste makers, how they cried and cried and so
There I was with the old man
Stranded again so off I'd ran
A young world crashing around me
No possibilities of getting what I need
He looked
mom 
And got it situated in due time
Told me get the paper instead of high
So now I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog
I wanted
MacDonald he made us work but then he paid us for what it was worth
Another tank of gas and back on the road again

Me and you and a dog named Boo
Travelin'
remind her of the dog
The that way I just did that
Golfers teeing off remind me of my dog
The way he sits by me and shifts on his front paws

What is it
the best friend he had
that made him mad 
hot dog that made him mad
and he hugged me and he kissed me and he asked me not to do it again

now late last
There he goes again.

She had a cat and a dog named Blue 
(My traveling star, my traveling star).
A big old stove and a fireplace, too 
(Old road
He won the lottery when he was born 
Took his mothers white breast to his tongue 
Trained like dogs color and smell 
Walks by me to get to him
you thought it was any other way
Listen closely to the word I say

May your dogs colon be familiar
With the warmth of your breath

You`re just
We hide behind the rocks. 

It will be days before we see him again. 
In these days he's known to sit in a darkened room, 
Pained by what he's seen