A Doggone Day
Big Allanbik / Robert Archey
Early in the morning, always kissing my face
Knock me out of bed, getting on my case
I don´t understand the things
You want from me
Dawg gone, where can you be?
Maybe you need to get out more
But you never stop crying at my door
Ending up in my bed, lying on my legs
Bobby, where can you be?
My dog, come back to me