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Have your greyhound, baby, but I'm tired of chasing your tail
I lost the scent my wheeler spent on the bulldogs on your trail
And I'll be a doggone if they ain't looking over your back
That's the way it goes
Turn up your nose
There's other chickens in my shack
But I'm losing my mind
Between you and me there's no pedigree and no thrill around your neck
I'm your greyhound baby but I'm gonna take it real slow
Seems I've spent my life chasing
Maybe I'm getting too old
Maybe you realize this dog has had his day
You might miss all that attention and come on out and come on out there
Thank you
