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 Like a Dog
 
 
 Sick of gettin treated like a goddamned dog
 Sick of gettin kicked around
 Sick of sittin like a bump on a log
 Gonna head for higher ground
 
 Sick of gettin' cheated, blindsided and tricked
 By ev'ry sonabitch on the block
 This sure as hell ain't the life I picked
 I believe I'm ready to walk
 
 If I ever need another stab in the back
 I surely know where to turn
 Useta make my bed on a railroad track
 But don't say I never learn
 
 Meet me in the morning on the nine-o-nine
 Down among the evergreen
 Found a message in a bottle of wine
 What it says remains to be seen
 
 Sick and tired of bein sick and tired
 And mister that isnUt a joke
 Sick and tired of bein hired and fired
 While my dreams go up in smoke
 
 Sick of gettin lied on, spied on and judged
 By standards that I don't approve
 Spent too much time holdin' a grudge
 Now I'm gonna make my move
 
 Sick of gettin treated like a goddamned dog
 Sick of gettin kicked around
 Sick of sittin like a bump on a log
 Gonna head for higher ground
 
 Meet me in the morning on the nine-o-nine
 Down among the evergreen
 Tell me your troubles, I'll tell you mine
 Beatin rhythm on the tambourine
 
 Sick of gettin treated like a goddamned dog
 Sick of gettin kicked around
 Sick of sittin like a bump on a log
 Or knocked down on the ground
 
 Sick of bein treated to a slap in the face
 Where a nod and a wink would do
 Sick of my children in the rags of disgrace
 Their father and their mother too
 
 Sick of being murdered in the streets of Prague
 Down hearted in the Barrio
 So sick of sinkin in the same old bog
 Catch a ferry down to mexico . . .
 
 
 by Robert Hunter
 Copyright 2000 Ice Nine Publishing Company
 
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