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Steve Brines and I made fun with writing songs. We both were single at the time and so I suppose that"s where these lyrics showed up. I think we did this in Lexington, Kentucky.
1.This old spotted dog hanging 'round my door; ain't got no collar, he's been here before; Nobody owns him he's just like me; Tired of being lonesome but used to being free.
Cho. So sit down Spot, and have a little whine. You bark about your women (trouble) and I'll bark about mine. Were two of a kind, you and me; Tired of being lonesome but used to being free.
2. I've got a swing hanging from a tree; I've got some old friends who write to me; Some are divorced and some are so sad; Holding on to romance that's going bad.
3. Later on tonight we'll go to town; Hunt us up some supper and just fool around; We wont come home 'til morning lights the trees; We'll leave a trail of broken hearts and fleas.