Cold Chisel - Houndog Lyrics
Hump that coffin up round one more bend Hump that coffin up round one more bend If your head needs a bandage Try a roadhouse open sandwich Dodge the waitress and hit the road again I got dog's disease and asphalt on my shoes I got dog's disease and asphalt on my shoes I got the houndog sittin' on the side of the road Houndog sittin' on the side of the road Houndog sittin' on the side of the highway blues Yeah the highway blues I coulda flown East-West But the ticket was outa my range I coulda gone rail But they said I looked a little strange The Budget girl's just got the sack The interstate bus just breaks my back I'm sick of getting home Counting my remaining change I got the houndog . . . Ride the line to Hornsby station Find my circus animals again Undenied Don't need no communication Through the ghost-towns, and fade away I'm outside The railway don't come out here no more And it's cold Through Nambucca, up the coast Grass is greener Girls are sweeter I did it all the last ten summers Leave the waves and change the culture Choose a far off name that suites ya Bali, Bangkok, overland Asian highway, Amsterdam Always some town unexplored And in the end It's the motion is it's own reward It's just the motion I've had petrol-heads and country hicks Bible-freaks and lunatics Fifty miles to go and I'll be home I'll be home I got the houndog sittin' on the side of the road Houndog sittin' on the side of the road Houndog sittin' on the side of the highway blues
