Sad Dog

He was the sad dog,

always alone

Drove that old Pinto

down the gravel road

Mudders on the tires,

kicking up dust

Heart heavy as the load he never discussed (yeah)

Sad dog rolling, Pinto in the rain

Mudders spinning, carrying the pain

Down these backroads, where the lonely go He was the sad dog,

moving slow (ooh)

Tires caked in mud from the fields he knew

Pinto coughing smoke, but it always pulled through

Eyes on the horizon,

never looking back

Carrying secrets in an old brown sack (hmm)

Some nights the engine sang

like a lonesome cry

He'd pull over, watch the world go by

(hah) Sad dog rolling,

Pinto in the rain

Mudders spinning, carrying the pain

Down these backroads, where the lonely go

He was the sad dog,

moving slow (ooh)

He was the sad dog...

fading down the line