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 "Me And You And A Dog Named Boo"
 — by  Lobo   In truth, this is a sucky song, but it reminds me of a dear friend of mine and his dog.  I could see the two of them doing just exactly what this fellow and Boo had done.       
I remember to this dayThe bright red Georgia clay
 And how it stuck to the tires
 After the summer rain
 Will power made that old car go
 A woman's mind told me that so
 Oh how I wish
 We were back on the road again
 
 Me and you and a dog named boo
 Travelin' and livin' off the land
 Me and you and a dog named boo
 How I love being a free man
 
 I can still recall
 The wheat fields of St. Paul
 And the morning we got caught
 Robbing from an old hen
 Old McDonald he made us work
 But then he paid us for what it was worth
 Another tank of gas
 And back on the road again
 
 I'll never forget the 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
 We've gotta get away and get back on
 The road again
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