(Bill Fries, Davis)
Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and In the township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...) He's tired, and he's hungry, old, and he's grungy And parked in a zone
Well I bent an' says "How ya doin', old fella?" He to get up on his own (On his own...) I gave him a piece a' my ham salad sandwich He reached up an' on my nose
He gave him a of his ham salad sandwich And reached up and on his nose Old Sloan...
Well, I opened the of my old beat-up semi Threw an old dirty shirt on the (On the floor...) He hopped in an' laid hisself down by the Curled up and to snore
For years we truckin' them highways together On the byways of we did roam (They did roam...) With his on the dashboard an' his head out the winda An' his in the breeze, gently blowin'
With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the And his ears in the breeze blowin' Old Sloan...
When one mornin' last May, four north a' Mondamin I stopped to use a pay (Pay telephone...) Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone An' I come back, he was gone
Well I searched miles of that Interstate highway And the byways we used to roam (Used to roam...) From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to But I just find poor ol' Sloan
From to Jacksonville, Quick to Correctionville Looked the end for old Sloan
Poor ol' fella. He didn't no license, nor shots, nor nothin'.
I he's a goner.
When on a winter day on the ninth of November I's drivin' my rig all (All alone...) When my eye caught a in my left rear-view mirror An' my ears heard the sound of old
He's runnin' as fast as his old legs run 'im An' for me to slow down (To slow down...) His was a-waggin', his tongue was a-draggin' An' I opened the for old Sloan
His tail was a-waggin', his tongue was And he the door for old Sloan Old Sloan...
I gave him a hug as he licked me all over An' I threw him his old dirty bone (Old bone...) Then in the winda jumped a poodle from Pisgah An' she set on down beside
Then in through the winder a poodle from Pisgah And set herself beside Sloan. Old Sloan...
So that's ya been, boy.
Hey! She's purty.
Aw, Sloan.