Dead Dog Blues
Album: Too Much of Me
By: Michael Todd
By: Michael Todd
Duration
3:00
Genres
Description
A true song about the day I was planning to quit smoking. I got a call from the vet that my dog had died. If there was ever an excuse for a white boy to sing the blues, this was it.
Lyrics
Quit smokin' on a Monday mornin' The day I found my doggie died. Said I quit smokin' on a Monday mornin' The day I found my doggie died. So I set myself in the backyard Had myself a cigarette and cried. (I thought it was a good time to start back up again...) Found that pup out back a smoke shack chewin on a cigarette pack! I said I found that pup out back a 7-11 chewin on a cigarette pack. I took him home gave him some dog food and he snapped, "BITCH GIVE ME MY CIGARETTE PACK BACK!" Sit up pretty, wag his tail, sit up, stand up, ring that bell (We were workin on jumpin through the hoop!) Sit up pretty, wag his tail, sit up, stand up, ring that bell (He never wanted to roll over, he only had one eye and he was scared) He'll never bark at the postman again, he'll never do the moonwalk as well! Sometimes I think he wouldn't want me ever to quit, and sometimes I think he'd care more for my long term health! When I think about my puppy dyin' in a cage, Mister, all I got's addiction and rage Breathe the smoke, tell me jokes, gimme a cigarette or bring me back my dog! Breathe the smoke, tell the joke, gimme a cigarette or bring me back my dog! If I ever get lung cancer and die, and journey down the gates of hell, I hope my little dog would be down waitin, With a hard pack of marlboro's in his snout, and we'd smoke and we'd smoke and we'd smokity smoke smoke And walk with me in the fire again.
