ATF: Dogs and Cats

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Lobo]

Me and You and a Dog Named Boo

Lobo

I remember to this day

The bright red Georgia clay

How it stuck to the tires

After the summer rain

Will-power made that old car go

A woman's mind told me that it's so

Oh how I wish we were

Back on the road again

Me and you

And a dog named Boo

Travellin' and livin' off the land

Me and you

And a dog named Boo

How I love bein'

A free man

I can still recall

The wheat fields of St. Paul

And the mornin' we got caught

Robbin' from an old hen

Old MacDonald made us work

But then he paid us for what it was worth

Another tank of gas

And back on the road again

Me and you

And a dog named Boo

Travellin' and livin' off the land

Me and you

And a dog named Boo

How I love bein'

A free man

I'll never forget that day

We motored stately into big L.A.

The lights of the city put

Settlin' down in my brain

Though it's only been a month or so

That old car's buggin' us to go

You gotta get away

And get back on the road again

Me and you

And a dog named Boo

Travellin' and livin' off the land

Me and you

And a dog named Boo

How I love bein'

A free man

Me and you

And a dog named Boo

Travellin' and livin' off the land

Me and you

And a dog named Boo

How I love bein'

A free man

Me and you

And a dog named Boo

Travellin' and livin' off the land

Me and you

And a dog named Boo

How I love bein'

A free man

Link: [Hoyt Axton]

Della and the Dealer

Hoyt Axton

It was Della and a dealer

And a dog named Jake

And a cat named Kalamazoo

Left the city in a pickup truck

Gonna make some dreams come true

Yeah they rolled out west

Where the wild sun sets

And the coyote bays at the moon

Della and a dealer

And a dog named Jake

And a cat named Kalamazoo

If that cat could talk

What tales he'd tell

About Della and the dealer

And the dog as well

But the cat was cool

And he never said a mumblin' word

Down Tucson way

There's a small cafe

Where they play a little cowboy tune

And the guitar picker was a friend of mine

By the name of Randy Boone

Yeah Randy played her a sweet love song

And Della got a fire in her eyes

The dealer had a knife

And the dog had a gun

And the cat had a shot of rye

If that cat could talk

What tales he'd tell

About Della and the dealer

And the dog as well

But the cat was cool

And he never said a mumblin' word

Yeah the dealer was a killer

He was evil and mean

And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes

He snorted his coke

Through a century note

And swore that Boone would die

And the stage was set

When the lights went out

There was death in Tucson town

Two shadows ran for the bar back door

But one stayed on the ground

If that cat could talk

What tales he'd tell

About Della and the dealer

And the dog as well

But the cat was cool

And he never said a mumblin' word

If that cat could talk

What tales he'd tell

About Della and the dealer

And the dog as well

But the cat was cool

And he never said a mumblin' word

Two shadows ran from the bar that night

And a dog and a cat ran too

And the tires got hot on the pickup truck

As down the road they flew

It was Della and her lover

And a dog named Jake

And a cat named Kalamazoo

Left Tucson in a pickup truck

Gonna make some dreams come true

Yeah yeah yeah

If that cat could talk

What tales he'd tell

About Della and the dealer

And the dog as well

But the cat was cool

And he never said a mumblin' word

If that cat could talk

What tales he'd tell

About Della and the dealer

And the dog as well

But the cat was cool

And he never said a mumblin' word

If that cat could talk

What tales he'd tell

About Della and the dealer

And the dog as well

But the cat was cool

And he never said a mumblin' word

Lyrics From: [AllTheLyrics.com]

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