Shawn Mullins - Yellow Dog Song lyrics

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There is a young man

Driving an old man's car

Down the Pennsylvania Turnpike

Where the treetops meet the stars

There is a warm wind

Blowin' down the lost highway

And he don't know where he's goin'

It don't matter anyway

Cause the dreams pass through his mind

Like the years he'll never find

There is an old man

Night shift at the Stop-N-Go

He reads his dirty magazines

And mops the bathroom floor

He's lived a hard life

He lost a digit in the war

He keeps one hand on the shotgun

And both feet on the floor

And the old dreams fill his head

When he lays down in his bed

(Sometimes that's all you got left)

There is a pretty girl

Walking a yellow dog

Right down Dekalb Avenue

Where the MARTA meets the fog

There is a wild wind

Blowin' down the old railway

And I wonder she's goin'

She walks by every day

Yeah I wonder where she's goin'...