SLOAN
(Bill Fries / Chip Davis)
C.W. McCall - 1975


Well I found him on the corner of seventh and main 
In the Iowa township of Sloan 
He 'as tired an' he 'as hungry, he 'as old an' he 'as grungy 
And parked, in a no parkin' zone 

Well I bent down and says how ya doin' old fella 
He tried to get up on his own 
Then I gave him a piece of my ham salad sandwich 
And he reached up an' licked on my nose 

(He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwich 
And reached up and licked on his nose 
Old Sloan) 

Well I opened the door of my old beat-up semi 
Threw an old dirty shirt on the floor 
He hopped in an' layed his self down by the gearshift 
Curled up and started to snore 

For years we went truckin' them highways together 
On the byways of life we did roam 
With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the windah 
And his ears in the breeze gently blowin' 

(With his paws on the dashboard 
His head out the windah 
And his ears in the breeze gently blowin' 
Old Sloan) 

Then one mornin' last May, four miles north of Mondamin 
I stopped to use a pay telephone 
Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone call 
And when I come back he was gone 

Well I searched forty miles of that interstate highway 
And the byways that we used to roam 
From Ricketts to Redline, Magnolia to Woodbine 
But I just couldn't find poor old Sloan 

(From Fiscus to Jacksonville 
Quick to Correctionville 
Looked like the end for old Sloan) 

Poor old fella 
He din't have no license nor shots nor nothin' 
I thought he 'as a goner 

Then on a cold winter day on the ninth of November 
I 'as drivin' my rig all alone 
When my eye caught a blur in my left rear view mirror 
And my ears heard the sound of old Sloan 

He 'as runnin' as fast as his old legs would run him 
And cryin' for me to slow down 
His tail was a waggin' his tongue was a draggin' 
As I opened the door for old Sloan 

(His tail was a waggin' 
His tongue was a draggin' 
As he opened the door for old Sloan 
Old Sloan) 

Well I gave him a hug and he licked me all over 
And I threw him his old dirty bone 
Then in through the windah jumped a poodle from Pisgah 
And she set on down beside Sloan 

(Then in through the windah jumped a poodle from Pisgah 
And set herself down beside Sloan 
Old Sloan) 

So that's where ya been boy... 
Hey, she's kinda pertty... 
Aww, Sloan...