(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and Main
In the Iowa township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)
He`s tired, and he`s hungry, he`s old, and he`s grungy
And parked in a no-parkin` zone
Well I bent down an` says "How ya doin`, old fella?"
He tried to get up on his own (On his own...)
When I gave him a piece a` my ham salad sandwich
He reached up an` licked on my nose
[Chorus]
He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwich
And reached up and licked on his nose
Old Sloan...
Well, I opened the door of my old beat-up semi
Threw an old dirty shirt on the floor (On the floor...)
He hopped in an` laid hisself down by the gearshift
Curled up and started to snore
For years we went truckin` them highways together
On the byways of life we did roam (They did roam...)
With his paws on the dashboard an` his head out the winda
An` his ears in the breeze, gently blowin`
[Chorus]
With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the winder
And his ears in the breeze gently blowin`
Old Sloan...
When one mornin` last May, four miles north a` Mondamin
I stopped to use a pay telephone (Pay telephone...)
Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone call
An` when I come back, he was gone
Well I searched forty miles of that Interstate highway
And the byways that we used to roam (Used to roam...)
From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to Woodbine
But I just couldn`t find poor ol` Sloan
[Chorus]
From Fiscus to Jacksonville, Quick to Correctionville
Looked like the end for old Sloan
Poor ol` fella. He didn`t have no license, nor shots, nor nothin`.
I thought he`s a goner.
When on a cold winter day on the ninth of November
I`s drivin` my rig all alone (All alone...)
When my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view mirror
An` my ears heard the sound of old Sloan
He`s runnin` as fast as his old legs could run `im
An` cryin` for me to slow down (To slow down...)
His tail was a-waggin`, his tongue was a-draggin`
An` I opened the door for old Sloan
[Chorus]
His tail was a-waggin`, his tongue was a-draggin`
And he opened the door for old Sloan
Old Sloan...
Well I gave him a hug as he licked me all over
An` I threw him his old dirty bone (Old dirty bone...)
Then in through the winda jumped a poodle from Pisgah
An` she set on down beside Sloan
[Chorus]
Then in through the winder come a poodle from Pisgah
And set herself down beside Sloan.
Old Sloan...
So that`s where ya been, boy.
Hey! She`s kinda purty.
Aw, Sloan.
