words and music by William O. Richardson
There's a big black dog lyin' on his back
First thing that I did when I woke up this morning Chorus:
Last night I dreamed we went out bar hoppin' Chorus:
© 1997 willrich@webtv.net
Chorus:
Where my baby used to be
A big black dog lyin' on his back
Where my baby used to be
Used to be la la la la la
Before I even opened up my eyes
I hugged your neck and I kissed your lips then
Without a warning a cold wet nose
hit me right between the eyes
Must have been to every joint in town
When I awoke it brought me down and
To my chagrin
Your breath smelled like dog food instead of gin
La la la la la
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