Letras

I used to have a white little dog
S would sit at the foot of my bed
His warm little body kept my doggies from barking
All over his sleeping old head
He ain’t no attack dog
No bird-pointin' track dog
He’s far from a lap dog
He’s a good old I-got-your-back dog
I picked him up five years ago the day that I met my wife
Been as loyal as long as the length of my dog-having life
Got an underbite like a dog day of summer is long
And he whimpers and howls in his dreams
To the tune of his song
He ain’t no attack dog
No bird-pointin’ track dog
He’s far from a lap dog
He’s a good old I-got-your-back dog
If all dogs go to Heaven, you can just imagine
His white hair trim and tidy
Looking fresh as a pup, all cozied up
At the foot of God Almighty
'Cause he ain’t no attack dog
No bird-pointin’ track dog
He’s far from a lap dog
He’s a good old I-got-your-back dog
He’ll always be a good old I-got-your-back dog
Written by: Cleto Cordero
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