Black Dog Blues

Words and music by Bill Price

Crossin' their line in 12/8 time - your feet don't fit
You revisit your mind and you finally find your head's been split

They always start consolin' when they see you ain't a-strollin'
Down their one-way, must-pay, uniformin' kinda avenue

They ask you why you're losin' - you just tell them that you're choosin'
To be walkin' and a-livin' to the rhythm of the black dog blues

Stuck in your stance in your life-long dance - shoestrings in a knot
You see the fool's rule's glare, feel the cool, steel stare as the curtain drops

With their daily stallin' you're bouncin' and a-fallin'
Like a high-strung, bell-rung, silly putty kinda kangaroo

But when they start a-naggin' you just tell them that you're waggin'
Your pale, frail tail to the rhythm of the black dog blues

Now there's black on your shoulder
Your constant companion
To tell you the truth - true but colder
The sky's limit - the confines of the canyon

When you do declare, your thoughts are theirs - you'll erase the tattoo
Your brains and bones are yours alone - only you are you

They're always second-guessin' but they'll never be confessin'
To their headstrong, dead-wrong, put-down kinda point of view

You gotta be courageous and it just might be contagious
To be givin' and a-livin' to the rhythm of the black dog blues

© 2003 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)