The clothes are packed
Dry food, dog food
Sleeping bag
Backpack

Engaging in conversation
Strangers are interesting
For being a stranger
I'm getting a ride from the station

We talk for hours on the way
Loving songs being played
Falling asleep from a trusty gut
Rising from the tired, ***** rut
She gives me a soap bar
To wash my hairy ****

Now I bid farewell, to you ol' gal
For dealing with the dog hair
And the Musky old smell
I went through hell
To get this coat from goodwill