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Dead Dog Song - text

Sam, bless him, has died and left this home
The woodchucks running wild, the bushes overgrown
Slip unseen into the skein of trees
Slide through dusky grasses and scatter his ashes

Oh, it is all over, he is never coming back
There will be no more roaming
He was only here for fourteen years
And now the branches scratch my face and
I cannot hold back my tears

Long ago I did see him running in the snow
He would come in from the cold and he would lie down by the stove
Pass along this loping road
The needle grasp of briers on the slope

Oh, it is all over, he is never coming back
There will be no more roaming
He was only here for fourteen years
And now the branches scratch my face and
I cannot hold back my tears

He would never been to church, so he does not have a soul
He is not waiting at the place where all of us will go
But the woodchucks would not run so wild
The bushes would not be so overgrown if we were not alone

Bound unbound through the boundless air, remaining wisps of hair
Barking out through everywhere
The trees, the grass, the rain
And Sam in the air

Oh, it is all over, he would never come back
There will be no more roaming
He was in this world, by my side he was curled
But he came uncurled and this world holds him that much tighter

That much tighter, that much tighter
That much tighter, that much tighter
Tighter, tighter, tighter, tighter
Tighter, tighter, tighter, tighter, oh

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