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words and music by |
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Arlo Guthrie |
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Gonna sit right here and sing myself a tune |
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That I wrote one afternoon |
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After everyone had gone |
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And I know that this won't mean a lot to you |
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You've got better things to do |
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But for me |
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I'll just go on |
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Old dog is |
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Iying in the middle of the road |
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He don't do nothing 'cause he don't want to |
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And I think |
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I'm gonna like that hound ' |
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Cause the more he sits around |
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The less I want to do too |
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Gonna sit right here and watch the world roll by |
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Till we both just up and die |
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Watching clouds and eating flies |
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Don't want to bother no one |
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Don't want nothing here to change |
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A dusty road is all we've ever dreamed of |
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And I think |
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I'm gonna love this life |
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Maybe someday take a wife |
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She can join us if she wants to |
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Ain't nobody gonna tell what to do |
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If a car comes we just move |
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And we both move real smooth like |
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Old dog is moving must be something in the air |
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Some bitch is coming up the road now |
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And I think |
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I'm gonna like that hound ' |
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Cause the more he gets around |
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The more I want to do too |
