Have your greyhound, baby, but I'm tired of chasing your tail I lost the scent my wheeler spent on the bulldogs on your trail And I'll be a doggone if they ain't looking over your back That's the way it goes Turn up your nose There's other chickens in my shack But I'm losing my mind Between you and me there's no pedigree and no thrill around your neck I'm your greyhound baby but I'm gonna take it real slow Seems I've spent my life chasing Maybe I'm getting too old Maybe you realize this dog has had his day You might miss all that attention and come on out and come on out there Thank you