Sloan Lyrics - C.w. Mccall

(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.