Dog Country - Trace Mountains

I found a big black dog near the river

She was sleeping near the pines by the oxbow

She made it easy on me, went off in the way of the street

And I heard a family call as I kept walking

On my way to a different type of country

As I saw the big dark sky spread before me

All this confusion made my heart grow fonder

It seems there is only ??

There are all kinds of ways that we end up walking

On our way to a different type of country

I’ve gone away to a different type of country

And they’ve made it easy on me

Went off with my bag and my things

I’ve no choice but only to keep up walking

On my way to a different type of country

I’ve gone away to a different type of country

I’ve gone away to a different type of country