Mark Brown - Lame Dog Trollin' | Текст песни

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• Mark Brown
• Lame Dog Trollin'

Lame Dog trolling, Old Hickory rolling, watch the fog bank fall, hear the hoot owl call? Point it towards the light ya'll and lets head it on in.

Sittin on a throw pole, ready cause ya never know
That ole bugle thinks he's hiding, don't know he'll be riding the end of a prong when we add him to the till.
Bullfrog hollers, they's scales like dollars, on the floor they scattered with blood it don't matter, waitin on the dark so we can go again.

You know we cant catch a wink when the suns coming up
Take another round for we put her on the truck, tho we lame dog trollin
Old Hickory's rolling, watch the fog bank fall, hear the hoot owl call?
Point her towards the light ya'll and head it on in..

Slippin through the mill foil, hey I thought I seen the water boil.
That ole tail fin's churning, boys I thinks he's turning,
Spin it back around and I'll catch him on the fly.
Night air's chillin, ya'll tell me what ya feeling
When a shypoke flies right before your eyes cause you spooked him off the roost and now he hunts another limb.

We cant catch a wink when the sun's commin up, take another round fore we put her on the truck
Tho we lame dog trollin, Old Hickory's rollin
Watch the fog bank falling, hear the hoot owl calling?
Point it towards the light ya'll and head it on in.