Lyrics

My old friend came home to hide My old friend came home to rest No smiling faces No sweet embraces My old friend came home to hide Dead dog in the rain Dead dog in a ditch Ain't got no bone No long walk home Dead dog in the rain I used to hear your whistle whine But you couldn't keep up and all that rust, it ended your ride No dimes for you to lay flat No John Hardy laying your track I used to hear your whistle whine But lord, I wouldn't mind Fading, no Just have to go it all by Myself Myself