C. W. Mccall

C. W. Mccall - Sloan lyrics

(bill frieschip davis)

WellI found him on the corner of seventh and main

In the iowa township of sloan (township of sloan...)

He's tiredand he's hungryhe's oldand he's grungy

And parked in a no-parkin' zone

Well I bent down an' says "how ya doin'old fella? "

He tried to get up on his own (on his own...)

When I gave him a piece a' my ham salad sandwich

He reached up an' licked on my nose

[chorus]

He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwich

And reached up and licked on his nose

Old sloan...

WellI opened the door of my old beat-up semi

Threw an old dirty shirt on the floor (on the floor...)

He hopped in an' laid hisself down by the gearshift

Curled up and started to snore

For years we went truckin' them highways together

On the byways of life we did roam (they did roam...)

With his paws on the dashboard an' his head out the winda

An' his ears in the breezegently blowin'

[chorus]

With his paws on the dashboardhis head out the winder

And his ears in the breeze gently blowin'

Old sloan...

When one mornin' last mayfour miles north a' mondamin

I stopped to use a pay telephone (pay telephone...)

Old sloan made a fireplugwhile I made a phone call

An' when I come backhe was gone

Well I searched forty miles of that interstate highway

And the byways that we used to roam (used to roam...)

From ricketts to red linemagnolia to woodbine

But I just couldn't find poor ol' sloan

[chorus]

From fiscus to jacksonvillequick to correctionville

Looked like the end for old sloan

Poor ol' fella. he didn't have no licensenor shotsnor nothin'.

I thought he's a goner.

When on a cold winter day on the ninth of november

I's drivin' my rig all alone (all alone...)

When my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view mirror

An' my ears heard the sound of old sloan

He's runnin' as fast as his old legs could run 'im

An' cryin' for me to slow down (to slow down...)

His tail was a-waggin'his tongue was a-draggin'

An' I opened the door for old sloan

[chorus]

His tail was a-waggin'his tongue was a-draggin'

And he opened the door for old sloan

Old sloan...

Well I gave him a hug as he licked me all over

An' I threw him his old dirty bone (old dirty bone...)

Then in through the winda jumped a poodle from pisgah

An' she set on down beside sloan

[chorus]

Then in through the winder come a poodle from pisgah

And set herself down beside sloan.

Old sloan...

So that's where ya beenboy.

Hey! she's kinda purty.

Awsloan.

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