Grey Dog

Lyrics

Hopped a Grey Dog Slept the whole day through Hopped another Grey Dog Sailed off to Guatala - hoo Thinking that time and distance be the best thing she could do Saw the bright lights Deep in New Orleans Kept on moving Hoping time would appease Any kind of feeling her old man could possilbly need Fourteen dollars Half a pack of cigarettes Open ticket Returning who knows when With a bag of reasons and a heart that never forgets

Credits

Lyrics Credits: David Michael

Music Credits: David Michael

Producer Credits: D. Michael

Publisher Credits: D. Michael

Performance Credits: D. Michael

Label Credits: Indie

Metadata

Song Length: 3:05

Primary Genre: Blues-Chicago

Secondary Genre: Blues-Chicago