Tyrone and the Black Dog
Tyrone and the Black Dog
Tyrone was a young man;
He wanted to have fun.
He was from a seedy part of town;
But he didn’t own a gun.
"Black dog quit your growling,
Don’t come around here anymore.
I got no use for black dogs,
Quit scratching at my door".
Tyrone could throw a football;
Best in all the land.
They promised him a scholarship
And a bucket load of fans.
Black dog he comes creeping,
When they turn out the lights;
And for a Girl named Brenda
Tyrone decides to fight.
Nobody knows who fired the shot;
But oh, his Momma Cried.
When the hopes of all a family.
Fell in the dirt and died.
Children killing children;
It has gone on way to long;
"Black dog what’s your purpose?
Everybody knows you’re wrong".
Copyright © Wanda Daugherty | Year Posted 2019
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