Wrinkled Strings Blues

My muzzle is turning a silver-gray

Can't chase the squirrels like yesterday

My hips get stiff when the morning's cold

(oh Lord)

It's a dog's life getting old

Oh, my bones are aching,

my tail is slow

Where did all of my puppy years go?

Just let me lie here in the warm sunshine

(mm-hmm) Complaining about this old spine of mine

Used to leap right up into the truck

Now I stare at the tailgate out of luck

They brought home a pup,

a bouncing ball

I don't care for his youthful noise at all

Oh, my bones are aching,

my tail is slow

Where did all of my puppy years go?

Just let me lie here in the warm sunshine

(ahhhh) Complaining about this old spine of mine

Just let this old dog rest (sighing)