Pull Like A Dog

Up she flew
Hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote
So pull like a dog
Rowin' and rowin' and rowin
Hows God's little soldier doin'
Shoot from the hip
Don't hide your cuts and tricks
Give her the road
Always being told to go placidly among the noise and always with a lick of patience
And she never wrote
Rowin and rowin and rowin
Dark nights but the spirits glowing
All the hearsay carves so deep
So red is the beggars hand
Up she flew
Hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote
So pull like a dog
All the hearsay carves so deep
So red is the beggars hand
Up she flew
Hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote
So pull like a dog
Always being told to go placidly among the noise with a lick of patience
And she never wrote