A talking blues (in G) that I wrote while delirious with Giardia. I was on an extended camping trip in the Wind River Mountains with a four legged outlaw that went by the name of Bandit: the best true pal I've ever had. This guy was a hundred pound mutt with black hair and webbed feet like a Lab, the looks and brains of a Shepard, and the curved tail of an Akita. The old butthook had vanished in pursuit of a wind gust. All I could do was sit and wait and wait and....
I Probably won't meet a girl next week,
Probably wont find a job.
As long as I can feed the dog next week
I'm gonna sit here on this log.
Sitting on an old dead log
Waiting for my old black dog
Looking back at a daffodil
That's seen more grief than I ever will.
Well, I looked to Jordan and I looked away,
I looked at a Playboy too!
I even thought I saw the light one night,
But it turned out to be the flu.
Sitting on an old dead log
Waiting for my old black dog
Looking back at a daffodil
That's seen more grief than I ever will
Though I was raised a better way
("do my work and take my pay").
Well, life just ain't a catalogue
I'm gonna sit here on this log.
Sitting on an old dead log
Waiting for my old black dog
Looking back at a daffodil
That's seen more grief than I ever will
Like I was saying......
Probably won't meet a girl next week,
I Probably wont find a job.
As long as I can feed the dog next week
I'm gonna sit here on this log.
Sitting on an old dead log
Waiting for my old black dog
Looking back at a daffodil
That's seen more grief than I ever will.