Lirik Lagu Sloan - C.W. McCall
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Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and MainIn the Iowa township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)He's tired, and he's hungry, he's old, and he's grungyAnd parked in a no-parkin' zone
Well I bent down an' says "How ya doin', old fella?"He tried to get up on his own (On his own...)When I gave him a piece a' my ham salad sandwichHe reached up an' licked on my nose
[Chorus]He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwichAnd reached up and licked on his noseOld Sloan...
Well, I opened the door of my old beat-up semiThrew an old dirty shirt on the floor (On the floor...)He hopped in an' laid hisself down by the gearshiftCurled up and started to snore
For years we went truckin' them highways togetherOn the byways of life we did roam (They did roam...)With his paws on the dashboard an' his head out the windaAn' his ears in the breeze, gently blowin'
[Chorus]With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the winderAnd his ears in the breeze gently blowin'Old Sloan...
When one mornin' last May, four miles north a' MondaminI stopped to use a pay telephone (Pay telephone...)Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone callAn' when I come back, he was gone
Well I searched forty miles of that Interstate highwayAnd the byways that we used to roam (Used to roam...)From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to WoodbineBut I just couldn't find poor ol' Sloan
[Chorus]From Fiscus to Jacksonville, Quick to CorrectionvilleLooked like the end for old Sloan
Poor ol' fella. He didn't have no license, nor shots, nor nothin'.
I thought he's a goner.
When on a cold winter day on the ninth of NovemberI's drivin' my rig all alone (All alone...)When my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view mirrorAn' my ears heard the sound of old Sloan
He's runni
Well I bent down an' says "How ya doin', old fella?"He tried to get up on his own (On his own...)When I gave him a piece a' my ham salad sandwichHe reached up an' licked on my nose
[Chorus]He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwichAnd reached up and licked on his noseOld Sloan...
Well, I opened the door of my old beat-up semiThrew an old dirty shirt on the floor (On the floor...)He hopped in an' laid hisself down by the gearshiftCurled up and started to snore
For years we went truckin' them highways togetherOn the byways of life we did roam (They did roam...)With his paws on the dashboard an' his head out the windaAn' his ears in the breeze, gently blowin'
[Chorus]With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the winderAnd his ears in the breeze gently blowin'Old Sloan...
When one mornin' last May, four miles north a' MondaminI stopped to use a pay telephone (Pay telephone...)Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone callAn' when I come back, he was gone
Well I searched forty miles of that Interstate highwayAnd the byways that we used to roam (Used to roam...)From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to WoodbineBut I just couldn't find poor ol' Sloan
[Chorus]From Fiscus to Jacksonville, Quick to CorrectionvilleLooked like the end for old Sloan
Poor ol' fella. He didn't have no license, nor shots, nor nothin'.
I thought he's a goner.
When on a cold winter day on the ninth of NovemberI's drivin' my rig all alone (All alone...)When my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view mirrorAn' my ears heard the sound of old Sloan
He's runni
