I Won't Be Your Dog Anymore

I've been drinking muddy water

And it tastes like turpentine

I've been leaving muddy footprints

Up and down the Morgan line

Crows are crying all around me

In a sky where the sun refuse to shine

I've been taking scraps from back doors

I've been hiding in the cane

I've been fighting over morsels

And I've been slinking back again

I've been building up a reputation

On the levee all across the plain

No I won't be your dog

Your low riding dog anymore

Now the mangrove sun is sinking

And the moon is bloody red

Every gun is clean and loaded

Lying by a feather bed

Far and wide goes my description

And the price is rising on my head

No I won't be your dog

Your low riding dog anymore

I've been drinking muddy water

I've been keeping way down low

All I hear is my own breathing

All I see is a distant glow

All I have is tearing me up

Wearing me down just won't let me go

No I won't be your dog

Your low riding dog anymore

No I won't be your dog

Your low riding dog anymore