Red Dog Speaks

Oh man, this playing music for a living is a real good deal

I mean for a fella like me that don't like to work

And too nervous to steal

And this guitar here, that's my partner in crime

And we've been doing this thing together for an awful long time

He's a Gibson stereo ES-345

Cherry red, 1959

And a sound, whoo

A sound that nowhere else in the world can it be found

I call it Red Dog

I guess me and him are quite a bit alike

Really, you know, kind of beat up and broke down

But the people say we sound alright

Seasoned up good with years and years of cigarette smoke

And all the amplifiers we blew up

And all the strings we broke

And back in the drinking days

Staggering around here with the hiccups

Spilling beer down in the pickups

Oh, that's my boy

And my pride, and that's my joy

Speak, Red Dog

Yeah, we've played thousands of gigs

All over the world, every place

And in this country

I know we've partied with the people of each and every state

Jamming 'round from town to town

I tell you what, we've rolled through every city

Kicked so much butt 'til both shoes got shitty

Ha, that's a heck of a thing to say

But I mean it in a nice way

What I'm trying to say

We made a lot of friends

Had a whole lot of fun

Me and old Red Dog

And we're still not done

Whoo, come on