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(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and Main In the Iowa township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...) He`s tired, and he`s hungry, he`s old, and he`s grungy And parked in a no-parkin` zone
Well I bent down an` says "How ya doin`, old fella?" He tried to get up on his own (On his own...) When I gave him a piece a` my ham salad sandwich He reached up an` licked on my nose
[Chorus] He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwich And reached up and licked on his nose Old Sloan...
Well, I opened the door of my old beat-up semi Threw an old dirty shirt on the floor (On the floor...) He hopped in an` laid hisself down by the gearshift Curled up and started to snore
For years we went truckin` them highways together On the byways of life we did roam (They did roam...) With his paws on the dashboard an` his head out the winda An` his ears in the breeze, gently blowin`
[Chorus] With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the winder And his ears in the breeze gently blowin` Old Sloan...
When one mornin` last May, four miles north a` Mondamin I stopped to use a pay telephone (Pay telephone...) Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone call An` when I come back, he was gone
Well I searched forty miles of that Interstate highway And the byways that we used to roam (Used to roam...) From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to Woodbine But I just couldn`t find poor ol` Sloan
[Chorus] From Fiscus to Jacksonville, Quick to Correctionville Looked like the end for old Sloan
Poor ol` fella. He didn`t have no license, nor shots, nor nothin`.
I thought he`s a goner.
When on a cold winter day on the ninth of November I`s drivin` my rig all alone (All alone...) When my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view mirror An` my ears heard the sound of old Sloan
He`s runnin` as fast as his old legs could run `im An` cryin` for me to slow down (To slow down...) His tail was a-waggin`, his tongue was a-draggin` An` I opened the door for old Sloan
[Chorus] His tail was a-waggin`, his tongue was a-draggin` And he opened the door for old Sloan Old Sloan...
Well I gave him a hug as he licked me all over An` I threw him his old dirty bone (Old dirty bone...) Then in through the winda jumped a poodle from Pisgah An` she set on down beside Sloan
[Chorus] Then in through the winder come a poodle from Pisgah And set herself down beside Sloan. Old Sloan...
So that`s where ya been, boy.
Hey! She`s kinda purty.
Aw, Sloan.
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