Dead Dog

My old friend came home to hide
My old friend came home to rest
No smiling faces
No sweet embraces
My old friend came home to hide

Dead dog in the rain
Dead dog in a ditch
Ain’t got no bone
No long walk home
Dead dog in the rain

I used to hear your whistle whine
But you couldn’t keep up and all that rust, it ended your ride
No dimes for you to lay flat
No John Hardy laying your track
I used to hear your whistle whine

But lord, I wouldn’t mind
Fading, no
Just have to go it all by
Myself
Myself