There's a dog down the end of the road,
He doesn't really have a home.
He sits on the street corner and begs
Caught in between the turning legs.
And if you're true he'll follow you,
Across rusted train tracks
To the old motel down the street,
Where I toss him leftovers, some uncooked meat.
His tail wags "thanks, thanks, thanks,"
And he'll be our visitor for a day.
I'll rinse the dirt off his back,
Let him sleep in my lap.
On the couch he snores through dreams,
Until he feels his freedom is at stake;
When he wanders off another way,
Before he feels the need to stay.
So, I'm catching the 10 o'clock train,
Skipping between battered towns,
The squeak of the brozing train tracks
Reminding me to never go back.
No, you won't catch me out here.
I've got nothing to hold me back;
Nothing to lose, just like my friend,
I'll stay for a while but leave you in the end.
-I stole this idea from Bright Eyes, my superior: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Stray-Dog-Freedom-lyrics-Bright-Eyes/D7EA7F8EFD93CD9C482572730011F753
