I can get drunk, run off the rails, completely lose my mind
I can leave a mess, wear muddy boots
Lose total track of time
I can do, do, do, what I want… do what I wanna do
I can jump the track, smoke another pack
And my dog don’t talk back
Hang out till three, go back for more. close every bar in town
Play cards and pool, play the fool
Nobody writing it down
I can do, do, do, what I want - do what I wanna do
I can hit the sack, spend all my jack
And my dog don’t talk back
Too much bla, bla, bla
Too much yack, yack, yack
Nick nack paddy wack
Givin’ me a heart attack
My dog don’t, my dog don’t, my dog don’t….Don’t talk back
Sit in my truck, drink outta my cup, enjoy the ride around
I’ll open your door, I’ll buy your lunch
Set up your shots of Crown
I can do, do, do, what I want - do what I wanna do
Cut me some slack, I don’t need the flack
Cause my dog don’t talk back
Too much bla, bla, bla
Too much yack, yack, yack
Nick nack paddy wack
Givin’ me a heart attack
My dog don’t, my dog don’t, my dog don’t….Don’t talk back
Too much bla, bla, bla
Too much yack, yack, yack
Nick nack paddy wack
My dog had a heart attack?
What, my dog died?, (your dog died), my dog died!?
Honey, I take it all back
by Ken Ashby, Ron Beckett, Bob Huff, Richard Klender & Ted Winchester (ASCAP)
© MMXXI Prosody Music/RG Beckett Music/Bob Huff Music/Klenco Music/Ted Winchester Music (All ASCAP)
