go my old hound and find us a place to sleep it's well about time we rest our weary bones we've been out here in these woods for days on end i can here the trees whisper and wolves our howling for me but hey my sweet will ya please tell me something that i can believe i hate how the people use to look at us two drunken buffoons roaming the streets at night this is my last night underneath your roof by this time come next week i'll be on my own


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