Old Black Dog
Well I can see her sitting there
My old black dog in her easy chair
Barely getting by
We were hardly making minimum wage
The pantry was cold and bare
She lifted up her nose to sniff at the air
Felt that wind ten thousand times
But this was the one to take her life
She's on her last run home
She's on her last run home
All the pain and the dust in her bones
Disappear on her last run home
Don't you know she was good to me
My old black dog she could barely see
Firewood burning
Half a mile from the mountainside
She got shaky every time in rained
But when she heard the whistle of an evening train
She would run through the hollows at night
Chase that train 'til the morning light
She's on her last run home
She's on her last run home
All the pain and the dust in her bones
Disappear on her last run home
Every night that we'd sit outside
My old black dog blended into the night
Life is easy when you find a friend
Now every time that I hear that train
I can hear her howling my name
Running long and running free
Running through my memory
She's on her last run home
She's on her last run home
All the pain and the dust in her bones
Disappear on her last run home
They disappear
They disappear
They disappear
They disappear on her last run home
My old black dog in her easy chair
Barely getting by
We were hardly making minimum wage
The pantry was cold and bare
She lifted up her nose to sniff at the air
Felt that wind ten thousand times
But this was the one to take her life
She's on her last run home
She's on her last run home
All the pain and the dust in her bones
Disappear on her last run home
Don't you know she was good to me
My old black dog she could barely see
Firewood burning
Half a mile from the mountainside
She got shaky every time in rained
But when she heard the whistle of an evening train
She would run through the hollows at night
Chase that train 'til the morning light
She's on her last run home
She's on her last run home
All the pain and the dust in her bones
Disappear on her last run home
Every night that we'd sit outside
My old black dog blended into the night
Life is easy when you find a friend
Now every time that I hear that train
I can hear her howling my name
Running long and running free
Running through my memory
She's on her last run home
She's on her last run home
All the pain and the dust in her bones
Disappear on her last run home
They disappear
They disappear
They disappear
They disappear on her last run home
Credits
Writer(s): Tom Galloway
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