Well the sun rose hot in the mountain air, and the ground was dry, and the
dawg was there, reflecting cold blue steel in his hollow stare, it was a
beautiful day, but he didn't care He was guarding his space, staking his
claim, protecting what was his and living up to his name He peered down
from his perch at the top of the hill, waiting for the moment he could
shoot to kill He was standing alone, surveying the scene, he and the
planet vs the human machine He was the flaw in the gears, the crack in
the cogs, he was the fly in the ointment and they called him the Dawg
Chorus: Well he's all alone, he ain't got no home, ain't got no place to
go He don't feel no pain it's just the same if'n things are high or low
He don't trust no one except his gun, and that ain't just for show He
don't feel no fears don't cry no tears just get right up and go He knows
his limitations, ain't no fat bump on a log, he holds dear to his
convictions he's the man they call the Dawg
He heard the snap of a twig and a bark and a yell, his nose began to twitch
with that familiar smell He deftly chambered a bullet and took a deep
breath, steadily awaiting his impending death Peeling his eyes on the
valley below, he saw the shadow of movement, an approaching foe He slowly
sank on his haunches and lowered his head knowing if he were found that he
would surely be dead Somberly reflecting what had transpired, he saw a
sallow face, raised his rifle, and fired He saw the broken form, tumble
and fall, he was true to his mark, he had sunk his first ball
Chorus:
He heard the sounds of retreat and he bided his time, waiting for nightfall
to cover his crime As the sun fell low he melted into the dusk, receding
in darkness like ashes in dust He knew that he wouldn't have long to
prepare, he could feel a tense clarity biting the air, he must rest and
await a more vigorous pursuit from which he may not escape with his life or
his youth He considered his options, his freedom and pride, potentially
marred by a tragic demise, he was the flaw in the gears, the crack in the
cogs, he was the bull in the china shop, and they called him the Dawg