Paul Kelly (Mushroom)
I`ve been drinking muddy water
And it tastes like turpentine
I`ve been leaving muddy footprints
Up and down the Morgan line
Crows are crying all around me
In a sky where the sun refuse to shine
I`ve been taking scraps from back doors
I`ve been hiding in the cane
I`ve been fighting over morsels
And I`ve been slinking back again
I`ve been building up a reputation
On the levee all across the plain
No I won`t be your dog
Your low riding dog anymore
Now the mangrove sun is sinking
And the moon is bloody red
Every gun is clean and loaded
Lying by a feather bed
Far and wide goes my description
And the price is rising on my head
No I won`t be your dog
Your low riding dog anymore
I`ve been drinking muddy water
I`ve been keeping way down low
All I hear is my own breathing
All I see is a distant glow
All I have is tearing me up
Wearing me down just won`t let me go
No I won`t be your dog
Your low riding dog anymore
No I won`t be your dog
Your low riding dog anymore