Peter Stampfel - Me and Old Dog Tray lyrics
[Peter Stampfel - Me and Old Dog Tray lyrics]
Traipse across the bayou, howlin’ at the moon
Runnin’ through the backwood
Barking at some coon
Drivin’ down those rid dirt roads
Time in May ridin’ in my pickup truck
Me and Old Dog Tray
Curling to the mailbox, waggin’ his old tail
Growls at me like thunder ‘less he
Gets to hold the mail
Never drops a postcard, hardly gets it wet
That’s my Old Dog Tray, good as dogs can get
Tray he ain’t no big dog
Fact he’s kind of small
Tray he ain’t no pureblood
Mongrel dog is all
Tray he ain’t no special colour
Black and grey and tan
Nothin’ makes my heart feel good
Just the way he can
When I play harp with him
He would sing along
Ma say that ain’t singing
Howlin’ ain’t no song
We did not care two dry beans
What my ma did say
We just called it music, me and Old Dog Tray
Born in late Octobеr 1969
When I first laid eyes on him
Said that dog is minе
Pa said wait until he’s ween
Then we’ll pick him up
That’s your birthday present
That funny looking pup
Funny looking puppy, funny looking dog
We had fun together, rain or shine or fog
Winter summer spring or fall, it was all okay
‘Cos we had each other, me and Old Dog Tray
Nothin’ lasts forever, everything will pass
Now he’s on the hillside
Lying ‘neath the grass
But I know for certain sure
Somewhere far away
I’ll play harp and he will sing
Me and Old Dog Tray
Runnin’ through the backwood
Barking at some coon
Drivin’ down those rid dirt roads
Time in May ridin’ in my pickup truck
Me and Old Dog Tray
Curling to the mailbox, waggin’ his old tail
Growls at me like thunder ‘less he
Gets to hold the mail
Never drops a postcard, hardly gets it wet
That’s my Old Dog Tray, good as dogs can get
Tray he ain’t no big dog
Fact he’s kind of small
Tray he ain’t no pureblood
Mongrel dog is all
Tray he ain’t no special colour
Black and grey and tan
Nothin’ makes my heart feel good
Just the way he can
When I play harp with him
He would sing along
Ma say that ain’t singing
Howlin’ ain’t no song
We did not care two dry beans
What my ma did say
We just called it music, me and Old Dog Tray
Born in late Octobеr 1969
When I first laid eyes on him
Said that dog is minе
Pa said wait until he’s ween
Then we’ll pick him up
That’s your birthday present
That funny looking pup
Funny looking puppy, funny looking dog
We had fun together, rain or shine or fog
Winter summer spring or fall, it was all okay
‘Cos we had each other, me and Old Dog Tray
Nothin’ lasts forever, everything will pass
Now he’s on the hillside
Lying ‘neath the grass
But I know for certain sure
Somewhere far away
I’ll play harp and he will sing
Me and Old Dog Tray