Cw Mccall Sloan Lyrics

Sloan Lyrics

Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and Main 
In the Iowa township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...) 
He's tired, and he's hungry, he's old, and he's grungy 
And 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 sandwich 
He reached up an' licked on my nose  
 
[Chorus] 
He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwich 
And reached up and licked on his nose 
Old Sloan...  
 
Well, I opened the door of my old beat-up semi 
Threw an old dirty shirt on the floor (On the floor...) 
He hopped in an' laid hisself down by the gearshift 
Curled up and started to snore  
 
For years we went truckin' them highways together 
On the byways of life we did roam (They did roam...) 
With his paws on the dashboard an' his head out the winda 
An' his ears in the breeze, gently blowin'  
 
[Chorus] 
With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the winder 
And his ears in the breeze gently blowin' 
Old Sloan...  
 
When one mornin' last May, four miles north a' Mondamin 
I stopped to use a pay telephone (Pay telephone...) 
Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone call 
An' when I come back, he was gone  
 
Well I searched forty miles of that Interstate highway 
And the byways that we used to roam (Used to roam...) 
From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to Woodbine 
But 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 November 
I's drivin' my rig all alone (All alone...) 
When my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view mirror 
An' my ears heard the sound of old Sloan  
 
He's runnin' as fast as his old legs could run 'im 
An' 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 Sloan 
Old Sloan...  
 
Well I gave him a hug as he licked me all over 
An' I threw him his old dirty bone (Old dirty bone...) 
Then in through the winda jumped a poodle from Pisgah 
An' she set on down beside Sloan  
 
[Chorus] 
Then in through the winder come a poodle from Pisgah 
And set herself down beside Sloan. 
Old Sloan...  
 
So that's where ya been, boy.  
 
Hey! She's kinda purty.  
 
Aw, Sloan.