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Текст песни C.W. Mccall - Sloan

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(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and MainIn the Iowa township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)He`s tired, and he`s hungry, he`s old, and he`s grungyAnd 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 sandwichHe reached up an` licked on my nose [Chorus]He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwichAnd reached up and licked on his noseOld Sloan... Well, I opened the door of my old beat-up semiThrew an old dirty shirt on the floor (On the floor...)He hopped in an` laid hisself down by the gearshiftCurled up and started to snore For years we went truckin` them highways togetherOn the byways of life we did roam (They did roam...)With his paws on the dashboard an` his head out the windaAn` his ears in the breeze, gently blowin` [Chorus]With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the winderAnd his ears in the breeze gently blowin`Old Sloan... When one mornin` last May, four miles north a` MondaminI stopped to use a pay telephone (Pay telephone...)Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone callAn` when I come back, he was gone Well I searched forty miles of that Interstate highwayAnd the byways that we used to roam (Used to roam...)From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to WoodbineBut 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 NovemberI`s drivin` my rig all alone (All alone...)When my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view mirrorAn` my ears heard the sound of old Sloan He`s runnin` as fast as his old legs could run `imAn` 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 SloanOld Sloan... Well I gave him a hug as he licked me all overAn` I threw him his old dirty bone (Old dirty bone...)Then in through the winda jumped a poodle from PisgahAn` she set on down beside Sloan [Chorus]Then in through the winder come a poodle from PisgahAnd 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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