Well he's a good dog
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I've had him for years
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He used to get up when I'd walk by
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Now he just lifts up his ears
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And he thumps his tail on the floor
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When I talk to him
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And when I talk to long he just ignores me
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And he goes to sleep again
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He's a good dog
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I got him as a pup
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I tried to teach him all the tricks
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But then I just gave up
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'Cause he's never acted very bright
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Though his eyes they've got this glow
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And I think he actually knows somethings that
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Actually I don't
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And he never barks at strangers
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But then he never barks at cars
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And he howls at the coyotes
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While they're howling at the stars
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And he scratches at the back door
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'Till someone lets him in
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And then he scratches at the other side
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To get back out again
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He's a good dog
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One of these days
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I'm gonna have to drive him into town
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Have him put away
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'Cause he don't hear that good no more
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And he can't hardly walk
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But until then I look at him
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And I say
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He's a good dog
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He's A Good Dog
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
