A wrestlers kapi pup born in the town of Porapoo
Red Dog~The Pilabara wonderer with lurid tales' legion
A bold spirited canine he, an Aussie through and through
Roaming free the red earth of the wide Northwestern region
He pawed a ride with John, an iron miner, when lost.
They became close mates, good sports to remember.
But drinking and poker took their grim cost.
John was gunned down in 'ts, the first day of September.
Now as Red Dog roamed quietly unconsoled
Cars, buses and trucks offered him rides, hugs and food.
For his hard-luck story had been told and retold
With good Aussies determined to brighten his mood
For the rest of his days Red Dog roamed about
Stopping cars now and them for food and a ride
His loud flatulations signaled 'twas time to get out.
With nature his friend and kind folks who abide
Pilbar mourned with muted disbelief,
When the poisoned body of Red Dog was found
A bronze statue stands for friends to bow in grief.
May Red Dog rest well in his much-loved native ground.
You make me want to believe in something;
That’s not easy;
Not when you’re used to a hard luck story
covered in spikes and blackened hearts;
You make it easy to have faith;
What is it about you?
I hope I’m not a pebble on your covered road;
I hope I’m not a face that you already looked away from;
I’m slowly trying to rebuild something
that’s been broken way too long;
I should probably tell you that;
But how can I when I am surrounded by rules?
You make me want to make a crazy decision.
You let me stop thinking.
I need what you give me but only if it’s real.
I’m ready to talk, when you’re ready to listen.
It’s not easy, but I want to believe in something;
I’m not sure what to tell you
all I know is I really want to, don’t let me down;
You make it so easy
to fall completely for that drinkable smile;
You feel just like a daydream;
Just don’t spin me around
if you’re not ready to catch me;
Because I want so badly to believe in you,
That’s not easy,
but Im ready to let go of this hard luck story.