Brown Dog

Brown Dog
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She was running on three legs
Down the broken center line of the road
He was rounding the corner
Saw her in the nick of time as he slowed
There was something in those sad eyes
Made him swing that old pickup around
 
Just another brown dog
Just another brown dog
Just another brown dog by the road
 
She was covered in brambles
And pine sap that took weeks to wear off
He put signs up all over town
But no one could remember seeing her around
 
Just another running stray
Just another tossed away
Just another brown dog by the road
 
Now she likes to sleep in his easy chair
Or down at the foot of the bed every night
She’s a saint with the grandkids
They tug and pull but she’ll never bite
 
Just another brown dog
Just another brown dog
Just another brown dog by the road
Just another running stray
Just another tossed away
Just another brown dog by the road
 
The year have gone by since that curve in the night
And he lives there on his own
But that old brown dog doesn’t leave his side
She found herself a sweet sweet home
 
Just another brown dog
Just another brown dog
Just another brown dog by the road
Just another running stray
Just another tossed away
Just another brown dog by the road
 
She was running on three legs
Down the broken center line of the road…
 
© Matt Stone, 2011