Deep Black Dirt
These lonesome city streets won’t keep this old dog down,
He’s tired and he’s hungry,
Deep black dirt against his brow,
His troubles and his nightmares keep his head beneath the clouds.
This worn out pair of feet,
They walk all over town,
He’s looking for his dinner,
This old dog can’t settle down.
They tried to raze and burn him,
Burn this old house to the ground.
He used to be the joker of the town,
There aint nobody laughing now.
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