Lyrics:
Look up, look up, look up, look up
Your empty head
You worry them
You're gonna drop dead
Like an old dog, like an old dog
Like an old dog
remind me of my dog
Sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit
Guys in red cameros too
It's getting to be a habit
Artists remind me of my dog
Staking
It's gonna be just like old times, hot dog
You went away and every day was misery
But now you're coming back to me
Hot dog, my heart is gonna go
'cause the big dog's moving in
She told me once, she told me twice
I don't take no gal's advice
So pack it on over, move it on over
Move over old dog
This old man, he played one,
He played knick-knack on my thumb;
Knick-knack paddywhack,
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
at all
So ease it on over (move it on over)
Drag it on over (move it on over)
Move over old dog 'cause a new dog's moving in
She told me not to play
to the grand old hymn "The Old Rugged Cross"
Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web they weave as they reveal their
Innermost selves with the outpouring
flawless
Most hardest, most honest known artist
Chip off the old block, but old Doc is (back)
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Oh God, Saddam's
friends
Paranoia, my paranoia
Can't let it go, it never lets me go
What am I feeling, why am I feeling
Forecast into the freezing cold
Dogs eating
afternoon
That old dog is laying under grandpa's old chair
He ain't looking for nothing to do
And that tractor is stirrin' up dust over there
On this
bitty dog and a little bitty car
Well, it's alright to be little bitty
A little hometown or a big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile
Well, I had an old dog and his name was Blue
Yes, I had an old dog and his name was Blue
Well, I had an old dog and his name was Blue
Bet ya five
me back
Always remind me of home
Mangy old dog scratching in the dust
Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust
All this stuff was good for
no matches, but I got a long way to go.
I'm an old, poor boy and I'm a long way from home
I'm an old, poor boy and I'm a long way from home
I
bitty dog and a little bitty car
Well, it's alright to be little bitty
A little hometown or a big old city
Might as well share, might as well smile
dog
A black eyed dog.
I'm growing old and I want to go home
I'm growing old and I don't want to know
I'm growing old and I want to go home.
A black
I was in the kitchen,
Seamus, that's the dog, was outside
Well, I was in the kitchen,
Seamus, my old hound, was outside
Well, the sun sinks
Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely
Taking time, the only way he knows
Leg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end
He goes down
flawless
Most hardest, most honest known artist
Chip off the old block, but old Doc is (back)
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Oh God, Saddam's
loud, roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound, everybody's talking about
We still the same old, same
of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through
no house at all
So ease it on over (move it on over)
Drag it on over (move it on over)
Move over old dog cause a new dog's moving in
She told me
Well he's not very handsome to look at
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he's always killin' my chickens
That dirty old egg-suckin' dog
Well he's not very handsome to look at
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he's always killin' my chickens
That dirty old egg-suckin' dog
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