Yellow Dog Song Songtext

von Shawn Mullins

There is a young man drivin' an old man's car
Down the Pennsylvania turnpike where the tree tops meet the stars
There is a warm wind blowin' down the lost highway
And he don't know where he's goin'
And it don't matter anyway
'Cause the dreams pass through his mind
Like the years he'll never find

There is an old man, night shift at the Stop & Go
And he reads his dirty magazines and mops the bathroom floor
He's lived a hard life, he lost a digit in the war
He he keeps one hand on the shotgun and both feet on the floor

And old dreams fill his head
When he lays down in his bed
Sometimes that's all you got left

There is a pretty girl walkin' a yellow dog
Right down Dekalb Ave. where the MARTA meets the fog
There is a wild wind blowin' down the old railway
And I wonder where she's goin'
As she walks by everyday
Yeah, I wonder where she's goin'