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"Dekota" (28/6/03) © 2003 Brian Eggertsen, All Rights Reserved Jenkin's black labador, Is not four anymore, Gotten kinda crusty and weathered. She hardly move at all, She can't hear when I call, I wish there were another method. We gotta see the vet, Needa put you to rest, Dekota, Dekota, Dekota... Carried her to my truck, In her own sleeping rug, I help her to a comfortable lay. In sigh I kick the curb, Hide my face in my shirt, Promise I won't let her see me cry. It's time we hit the road, It's for your last show, Dekota, Dekota, Dekota... It's time you move up a level and get your wings, Upstairs with the old man. Hear dog heaven's a mailman hunting, hydrin tinkling, Endless bone digging land. As I see it you've been blessed girl, You've been picked to leave this harsh world. Dekota, you'll become the "Dame" of heaven. Dekota, You'll be the first "Dame" Od heaven. Walk through the clinic hall, Dekota starts to call, Feeling lonely as a ghost town whore. And I'm falling apart, Can feel the cuts in my heart, 'Cause I won't find one like her no more Vet puts the needle in, And her life starts dranin'. Dekota, Dekota, Dekota... It's time you move up a level and get your wings, Upstairs with the old man. Hear dog heaven's a mailman hunting, hydrin tinkling, Endless bone digging land. As I see it you've been blessed girl, You've been picked to leave this harsh world. Dekota, you'll become the "Dame" of heaven. Dekota, You'll be the first "Dame" Od heaven. |
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