American Dawg's Discarded Lyrics


See this street here it belongs to me
I'm gonna leave my message on every rock and tree
Whatever smells bad to you probably smells good to me
Don't tell me to sit Don't tell me to stay
I can smell a cat comin half a mile away
I don't see so good but I can smell in color Kodachrome
Never knew my daddy They say he died of the fever
After he ran off with a golden retriever
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