C.w. Mccall - Sloan Lyrics
(bill fries, chip davis)Well, I found him on the corner of seventh and mainIn the iowa township of sloan (township of sloan...)Hes tired, and hes hungry, hes old, and hes grungyAnd parked in a no-parkin zoneWell I bent down an says how ya doin, old fella?He tried to get up on his own (on his own...)When I gave him a piece a my ham salad sandwichHe reached up an licked on my nose[chorus]He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwichAnd reached up and licked on his noseOld sloan...Well, I opened the door of my old beat-up semiThrew an old dirty shirt on the floor (on the floor...)He hopped in an laid hisself down by the gearshiftCurled up and started to snoreFor years we went truckin them highways togetherOn the byways of life we did roam (they did roam...)With his paws on the dashboard an his head out the windaAn his ears in the breeze, gently blowin[chorus]With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the winderAnd his ears in the breeze gently blowinOld sloan...When one mornin last may, four miles north a mondaminI stopped to use a pay telephone (pay telephone...)Old sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone callAn when I come back, he was goneWell I searched forty miles of that interstate highwayAnd the byways that we used to roam (used to roam...)From ricketts to red line, magnolia to woodbineBut I just couldnt find poor ol sloan[chorus]From fiscus to jacksonville, quick to correctionvilleLooked like the end for old sloanPoor ol fella. he didnt have no license, nor shots, nor nothin.I thought hes a goner.When on a cold winter day on the ninth of novemberIs drivin my rig all alone (all alone...)When my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view mirrorAn my ears heard the sound of old sloanHes runnin as fast as his old legs could run imAn cryin for me to slow down (to slow down...)His tail was a-waggin, his tongue was a-dragginAn I opened the door for old sloan[chorus]His tail was a-waggin, his tongue was a-dragginAnd he opened the door for old sloanOld sloan...Well I gave him a hug as he licked me all overAn I threw him his old dirty bone (old dirty bone...)Then in through the winda jumped a poodle from pisgahAn she set on down beside sloan[chorus]Then in through the winder come a poodle from pisgahAnd set herself down beside sloan.Old sloan...So thats where ya been, boy.Hey! shes kinda purty.Aw, sloan.
