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