Well the sun rose hot in the mountain air, and the ground was dry, and thedawg was there, reflecting cold blue steel in his hollow stare, it was abeautiful day, but he didn't care. He was guarding his space, staking hisclaim, protecting what was his and living up to his name. He peered downfrom his perch at the top of the hill, waiting for the moment he couldshoot to kill. He was standing alone, surveying the scene, he and theplanet vs. the human machine. He was the flaw in the gears, the crack inthe cogs, he was the fly in the ointment and they called him the Dawg...
Chorus: Well he's all alone, he ain't got no home, ain't got no place togo. He don't feel no pain it's just the same if'n things are high or low.
He don't trust no one except his gun, and that ain't just for show. Hedon't feel no fears don't cry no tears just get right up and go. He knowshis limitations, ain't no fat bump on a log, he holds dear to hisconvictions he's the man they call the Dawg.
He heard the snap of a twig and a bark and a yell, his nose began to twitchwith that familiar smell. He deftly chambered a bullet and took a deepbreath, steadily awaiting his impending death. Peeling his eyes on thevalley below, he saw the shadow of movement, an approaching foe. He slowlysank on his haunches and lowered his head knowing if he were found that hewould surely be dead. Somberly reflecting what had transpired, he saw asallow face, raised his rifle, and fired. He saw the broken form, tumbleand fall, he was true to his mark, he had sunk his first ball.
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He heard the sounds of retreat and he bided his time, waiting for nightfallto cover his crime. As the sun fell low he melted into the dusk, recedingin darkness like ashes in dust. He knew that he wouldn't have long toprepare, he could feel a tense clarity biting the air, he must rest andawait a more vigorous pursuit from which he may not escape with his life orhis youth. He considered his options, his freedom and pride, potentiallymarred by a tragic demise, he was the flaw in the gears, the crack in thecogs, he was the bull in the china shop, and they called him the Dawg.
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