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Viewing Lyrics for Sloan:

Artist:C.w. Mccall
No album artwork found
Album:Wolf Creek Pass
Track:Sloan
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:1085
 
Lyrics:(bill fries, chip davis)

Well, i found him on the corner of seventh and main
In the
iowa township of sloan (township of sloan...)
He's tired, and he's hungry, he's old, and he's
grungy
And parked in a no-parkin' zone

Well i bent down an' says "how ya doin',
old fella?"
He tried to get up on his own (on his own...)
When i gave him a piece a'
my ham salad sandwich
He reached up an' licked on my nose

[chorus]
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 (on
the floor...)
He hopped in an' laid hisself 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 (they did roam...)
With his paws on the dashboard an' his head out the winda
An' his
ears in the breeze, gently blowin'

[chorus]
With his paws on the dashboard, his head
out the winder
And his ears in the breeze gently blowin'
Old sloan...

When one
mornin' last may, four miles north a' mondamin
I stopped to use a pay telephone (pay
telephone...)
Old sloan made a fireplug, while i made a phone call
An' when i come back,
he was gone

Well i searched forty miles of that interstate highway
And the byways
that we used to roam (used to roam...)
From ricketts to red line, magnolia to woodbine
But
i just couldn't find poor ol' sloan

[chorus]
From fiscus to jacksonville, quick to
correctionville
Looked like the end for old sloan

Poor ol' fella. he didn't have no
license, nor shots, nor nothin'.

I thought he's a goner.

When on a cold winter
day on the ninth of november
I's drivin' my rig all alone (all alone...)
When my eye
caught a blur in my left rear-view mirror
An' my ears heard the sound of old sloan


He's runnin' as fast as his old legs could run 'im
An' cryin' for me to slow down (to slow
down...)
His tail was a-waggin', his tongue was a-draggin'
An' i opened the door for old
sloan

[chorus]
His tail was a-waggin', his tongue was a-draggin'
And he opened
the door for old sloan
Old sloan...

Well i gave him a hug as he licked me all
over
An' i threw him his old dirty bone (old dirty bone...)
Then in through the winda
jumped a poodle from pisgah
An' she set on down beside sloan

[chorus]
Then in
through the winder come a poodle from pisgah
And set herself down beside sloan.
Old
sloan...

So that's where ya been, boy.

Hey! she's kinda purty.

Aw,
sloan.
 
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