Good Dog

I am a dog
I am a good dog
I have a man
He is a decent man and he tells me what to eat

Shivering cold
He put my shoes on
Seventy-five
But I'm still freezing, I never knew it felt like this

He
He
He

Ooh, Tennessee
will have few left for me
Seventy-one
Means only fourteen till he will cut me loose from him

After then I'll find a home
Dig it underneath a new porch
Until then I'll lay my head
And lap up every word he's saying

I am a dog
I am a good dog