Song Description
A song about the joys of sharing one's life with man's best friend, from the dog's point of view.
| Song Length |
4:40 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Rock - Americana |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Endearing, Welcoming |
Subject |
Dogs, Existence |
| Similar Artists |
Neil Young, John Mellancamp |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
On the ground or in the air I know that smell
The memories in the wind and the stories it tells
Head out the window I prefer a dead fish to a rose
I'm awfully smart with the end of my nose
Laying at her feet as she plays the piana
Oh how she can sing out 'bout those little bambinas
I know when it's time to eat, time for treats, time to sleep
I know when a stranger is coming, I'm up on my feet
CHORUS
I can still feel the old me, When I bark myself awake
I still have my memories, my pain, my aches
I'm a good dog, They keep telling me so
I'm a good dog, I still go to the door when I gotta go
Now my ears don't hear so good, and my sight's a little blurred
It's gettin' harder to get up, I'd rather be all curled
I like my routine and barkin' at the guy in the 'livery truck
Watching the crows and bunnies, turkeys and bucks
Chorus
Instrumental verse
I can still feel the old me, When I bark myself awake
I still have my memories, my pain, my aches
I'm a good dog, They keep telling me so
I'm a good dog, They still like to play ball
I'm a good dog, They keep pattin' my head
I'm a good dog, I think they'll miss me when I go