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Have a little story, 'bout a man and his dog, His dog started to run, so the man had to jog, They went through the park, they passed by the school, They passed by the city dump, and the swimmin' pool, They went through the alleys, and they went through the streets, Striaght through the rose bushes, and the sugar beets, They ran over the train tracks, around the cattle pens, They ran throught the chicken yard, distrubed a bunch of hens, They finally made it back, to the place where they live, The dog ready to go, but the man nothin' to give, You ask, What's the point? What was I tryin' to say? How come nothin' happened, along their path that day? It pleases me that you ask, just where my mind was at, I really have no idea, the dog was chasin' a cat!