Dead Dog - The Felice Brothers

My old friend came home to hide

My old friend came home to rest

No smiling faces

No sweet embraces

My old friend came home to hide

Dead dog in the rain

Dead dog in a ditch

Ain’t got no bone

No long walk home

Dead dog in the rain

I used to hear your whistle whine

But you couldn’t keep up and all that rust, it ended your ride

No dimes for you to lay flat

No John Hardy laying your track

I used to hear your whistle whine

But lord, I wouldn’t mind

Fading, no

Just have to go it all by

Myself

Myself