The Byrds
The Byrds
The Byrds
The Byrds
The Byrds
The Byrds
The Byrds
The Byrds
The Byrds
The Byrds
The Byrds
Fido stayed all night, he would not go home
I asked him to leave, I said I do not have that bone
I was feelin' lonesome sittin' by the phone
Wide awake stayin' up late wishin' I was home
You were on the outside talking to some chick
I was on the inside feelin' mighty sick
Sleep is what I wanted, you know what I got
Wide awake...
Dogs have it made, lyin' round in the shade
Never have to worry about get there on time
I can't help but wonder what was on your mind
Ridin' round in the pouring rain, havin a heck of time
Livin' may be easy, dyin' may be hard
But I'm wide awake stayin' up late, sendin' my regards
Fido was written by John York.
Fido was produced by Terry Melcher.