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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