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