| God is a wild, old dog
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| Someone left out on the highway
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| I seen him running by me
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| He don’t belong to no one now
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| He dropped him out on Ninety-Three
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| Mange was setting in on his hips and on his knees
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| Between the highways running north and south
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| Pulled on over and we put him out
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| Willie said he was old and going blind
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| Mama told me how she didn’t mind
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| When Willie kicked him with his shoe
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| He just climbed on in, just like he knew
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| God is a wild, old dog
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| Someone left out on the highway
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| I seen him running by me
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| He don’t belong to no one now
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| It’s lonely on the highway
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| Sometimes a heart can turn to dust
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| Get whittled down to nothing
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| Broken down and crushed
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| In with the bones of
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| Wild, old dogs
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| Wild, old dogs
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| He dropped him out on Ninety-Three
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| Tall grass was waving there just like the sea
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| And he tore off running like we’d set him free
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| Just disappeared right in front of me
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| God is a wild, old dog
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| Someone left out on the highway
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| I seen him running by me
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| He don’t belong to no one now
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| He don’t belong to no one now |