Hound's Bone

Lyrics

Sittin' at home on a saturday night
 Never had I felt so all alone
 Dreamin' of a gal who doesn't exist
 Gnawin' on an old hound's bone
 Wonderin' how the cleanse myself
 Of the darkness in my soul
 Sittin' at home on a saturday night
 Gnawin' on an old hound's bone
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 Sittin' at home on a saturday night
 Fillin' my gills with booze
 Drinkin' it down and chokin' it up
 Either way I lose
 Wonderin' if this pain I feel
 Is what folks call the blues
 Sittin' at home on a saturday night
 Gnawin' on an old hound's bone
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 Sittin' at home on a saturday night
 Burnin' old pictures in the fire
 Thinkin' of the skin of a pretty young thing
 And feelin' no desire
 Wonderin' how to start again
 And tryin' to atone
 Sittin' at home on a saturday night
 Gnawin' on an old hound's bone
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 Sittin' at home on a saturday night
 Dialin' old numbers on the phone
 Even though the line is dead
 I hear a distant drone
 Wonderin' how my skull would feel
 If I smashed it with a stone
 Sittin' at home on a saturday night
 Gnawin' on an old hound's bone
 Gnawin' on an old hound's bone
 

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Duration
02:22
Tempo
152 BPM

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