| Back in the day when dogs could talk
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| In the soft white belly of the beast
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| Dairy queen madmen chased the girls
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| And muscle cars ruled the streets.
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| Back in the day when dogs could talk
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| Dared to dream of something more
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| Not a place on the line to punch in time
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| Owe your soul to the company store.
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| Back when dogs could talk
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| Back when dogs could talk
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| In a chevy coupe we cruised and schemed
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| To rule the world thru rock and roll
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| And laughed till our sides ached at what we saw
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| And hoped wed live before we got old.
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| Back in the day when dogs could talk
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| Dropped plenty acid, listened to coltrane
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| Pissed off our parents, angered the police
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| With guns and guitars both loud and profane.
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| J.edgar hoovers got his panties in a bunch
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| As the white panthers rise to the occasion
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| In black leather jackets and m-1 carbines
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| Reefer smoking and slogans blazing.
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| Not that i want to turn back the clock
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| Back to the day when dogs could talk
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| Were doing righteous work, we cannot be stopped
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| Back in the day when dogs could talk.
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| This goes out to all the people that make their money
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| By the sweat of their brow
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| This goes out to all my blue collar workers,
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| All my loading dock workers,
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| All my carpenters, my plumbers,
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| My assembly line workers, my united auto workers,
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| Postal workers, city sanitation men,
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| Cab drivers, bartenders, waitresses,
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| All my state and federal employees,
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| My food service workers, gardeners,
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| Day laborers, tool and die workers,
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| Auto mechanics, child care workers,
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| Musicians and road crews,
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| Youre the salt of the earth,
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| And i love you.
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| You are somebody. |