Good Old Dog

 

The gate was open

The dog was gone

All my tools and clothes and fishing poles

Lay scattered on the lawn

I’m guessing you moved on, but

 

Man I’m going miss that dog, ‘cause

He was a good old dog

 

The house was empty

Pitch-dark and cold

You left a candle on the mantle and

A glass of cheap Merlot

What a sweet goodbye, but

 

Man I’m going to miss that dog

He was a good old dog

 

A good old dog that I’d grown fond of

More than I can say for you, and

If your leaving doesn’t hurt me much

It cuts deep that he left me, too

 

‘Cause he was a good old dog

 

I lie here naked

On a naked bed and

I go over all the hateful words

I’m sure we would have said

Had we said goodbye, but

 

Man I’m going to miss that dog

He was a good old dog

 

© 2007. Billy Marabella.

NOTES ON THIS SONG
I don’t know why I wrote this song, which is unusual. Normally, I have a solid idea about  who or what inspired the song. In this instance, however, I have no clue. I like the song for its pathos, and I especially like the “naked bed” reference. I think it says so much without elaborating. There is no life experience that I can link to this song. I’m sorry I can’t be more informative.