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Well I found him on the corner of seventh and main
In the Iowa township of Sloan He 'as tired an' he 'as hungry, he 'as old an' he 'as grungy And parked, in a no parkin' zone Well I bent down and says how ya doin' old fella He tried to get up on his own Then I gave him a piece of my ham salad sandwich And he reached up ann' licked on my nose He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwich And reached up and licked on his nose Old Sloan Well I opened the door of my old beat-up semi Threw an old dirty shirt on the floor He hopped in an' layed his self down by the gearshift Curled up and started to snore For years we went truckin' them highways together On the byways of life we did roam With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the window And his ears in the breeze gently blowin' With his paws on the dashboard His head out the winder) And his ears in the breeze gently blowin' Old Sloan Then one mornin' last May, four miles north of Mondamin I stopped to use a pay telephone Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone call And when I come back he was gone Well I searched forty miles of that interstate highway And the byways that we used to roam From Ricketts to Redline, Magnolia to Woodbine But I just couldn't find poor old Sloan From Fiscus to Jacksonville quick to Correctionville Looked like the end for old Sloan Poor old fella He din't have no license nor shots nor nothin' I thought he 'as a gonner Then on a cold winter day on the ninth of November I 'as drivin' my rig all alone When my eye caught a blur in my left rear view mirror And my ears heard the sound of old Sloan He 'as runnin' as fast as his old legs would run him And cryin' for me to slow down His tail was a waggin' his tongue was a draggin' As I opened the door for old Sloan His tail was a waggin' His tongue was a draggin' As he opened the door for old Sloan Old Sloan Well I gave him a hug and he licked me all over And I threw him his old dirty bone Then in through the winda jumped a poodle from Pisgah And she set on down beside Sloan Then in through the winder jumped a poodle from Pisgah And set herself down beside Sloan Old Sloan So that's where ya been boy... Hey, she's kinda pertty... Aww, Sloan... |
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