{"id":3225,"date":"2012-05-18T15:27:56","date_gmt":"2012-05-18T20:27:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michaelgaither.com\/home\/?page_id=3225"},"modified":"2014-11-10T18:36:12","modified_gmt":"2014-11-10T23:36:12","slug":"dogspeed-lyrics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.michaelgaither.com\/home\/dogspeed-lyrics\/","title":{"rendered":"Lyrics – Dogspeed"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\"\"<\/a><\/td>\n<\/td>\n\u201cA great CD talking about everyday life, memories, musings and a poke at those jerks who talk on their cell phones while driving (\u201cHang it Up\u201d). There is something that everyone can relate to on this CD.\u201d (Phil Peretz, Indie Artists Alliance)<\/p>\n

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Click a title to jump to lyrics<\/strong>
\nI Miss My Town<\/a>
\nGettin’ To My Glory Days<\/a>
\nJob for the Money<\/a>
\nRoselle<\/a>
\nHang It Up<\/a>
\nAfter a Good Rain<\/a>
\nDogspeed<\/a>
\nDad Built Roads<\/a>
\nWhere’d the Time Go?<\/a>
\nPack My Mule<\/a>
\nI Hope the World<\/a><\/p>\n

I Miss My Town<\/a><\/strong>
\nAlways thought I’d move away – had places to go
\nGot as far as Love Creek Road
\nHeaded back down my Highway One
\nTo the small town where I’d begun<\/p>\n

But it’s different – there are homes where the food used to grow
\nWhere the food’s gonna come from I don’t know<\/p>\n

I’m still around
\nBut I miss my town<\/p>\n

Takes an hour of gridlock to get down to Main
\nIf anyone asks me, I don\u00edt care for the change
\nIt’s ironic ’cause down at our city hall
\nSeems like nobody’s driving at all<\/p>\n

I don’t mind if you build in my yard
\nBut leave a little land – shouldn’t be that hard<\/p>\n

I’m still around
\nBut I miss my town<\/p>\n

Small country airport, I see a plane coming in
\nIf the planes stopped coming, it\u00edd be some kinda sin
\nBut the city’s on the move – they want to build out here too
\nWhat’s a small town boy gonna do?<\/p>\n

Southern California’s got nothing on us
\nBut it looks like we\u00edre trying really hard to catch up<\/p>\n

I’m still around
\nBut I miss my town<\/p>\n

Gettin’ to My Glory Days<\/a><\/strong>
\nAs a kid I said I’d walk up on the moon
\nJoin the circus – maybe draw cartoons
\nThat didn’t happen but I’ve no regrets
\nOf all the things I\u00edve done I ain’t done yet<\/p>\n

Glory days, glory days
\nI’m still getting to my glory days<\/p>\n

My high school friends miss the days back when
\nYou couldn’t pay me to go there again
\nI never wore a letterman sweater
\nLeft those days behind and life got better<\/p>\n

Glory days, glory days
\nI’m still getting to my glory days<\/p>\n

The friends that I make now I make for good
\nWe’ve been here long enough to know we should
\nLife’s too short now not to take that chance
\nGotta love, gotta since, gotta dance
\nGlory days<\/p>\n

One day I’m heading up beyond the blue
\nWhere those footprints in the sand lead me to
\nSaint Peter I’m praying that you let me know
\nThat’s when my real glory days begin<\/p>\n

I’m still getting to my glory days
\nI’m still getting to my glory days<\/p>\n

Job For the Money<\/a><\/strong>
\nMust have been 1984, I didn\u2019t really know what dreaming was for
\nI must admit I set my sights too high
\nBut it\u2019s not like I was wishing for things you can\u2019t have like horses with wings
\nSo then again, someone tell me why?<\/p>\n

I took this job for the money, working for a bunch of fools that I just don\u2019t know
\nTip that bottle back my friend – let\u2019s buy a van and go to Mexico<\/p>\n

\u2018Round about 1989, thinking \u2018bout things that could be mine
\nA house, a car, and maybe a swimming pool
\nThen by 1992, I took a look at who was who
\nAnd realized I had been a fool<\/p>\n

I took this job for the money, working for a bunch of fools that I just don\u2019t know
\nTip that bottle back my friend – let\u2019s buy a van and go to Mexico<\/p>\n

Life\u2019s too short you hear \u2018em say, but there\u2019s 24 hours in every day
\nYou gotta use them well, it really ain\u2019t that hard
\nDon\u2019t be fooled by what you hear, or what you didn\u2019t do this year
\nThe grass isn\u2019t any greener in your neighbor\u2019s yard<\/p>\n

I took this job for the money, working for a bunch of fools that I just don\u2019t know
\nTip that bottle back my friend – let\u2019s buy a van and go to Mexico<\/p>\n

I took this job for the money<\/p>\n

Roselle<\/a><\/strong>
\nOn that 9-11 morning when the planes came down
\nHe was sitting as his desk 80 stories from the ground
\nWe saw it on the tv, and though he didn’t see a thing
\nWhen they hit, he reached for her, and she looked up at him<\/p>\n

Roselle the guide dog, she was sleeping on the floor
\nShe stood up and knew it was time to hit the door
\nRoselle didn’t panic or hestitate at all
\nShe just took his hand and led him down the hall<\/p>\n

We all need our own Roselle sometimes
\nWe all need our own Roselle sometimes
\nA friend who’ll lead you from the dark into the light
\nWe all need our own Roselle sometimes<\/p>\n

They went down a stairwell through smoke and broken glass
\nShe kissed the firemen as they ran quickly past
\nWhen he felt the other tower fall he just prayed they\u00edd be all right
\nThen by the grace of a dog – they walked outside<\/p>\n

Outside in the wreckage he wondere’d where to go
\nThen this yellow lab walked him to a cab
\nThat took ’em both back home
\nI’ve heard angels walk among us, and I’d say it’s true<\/p>\n

’cause I know one walks on four legs
\nAnd wags hers tail when she looks at you<\/p>\n

We all need our own Roselle sometimes
\nWe all need our own Roselle sometimes
\nA friend who’ll lead you from the dark into the light
\nWe all need our own Roselle sometimes<\/p>\n

Hang It Up<\/a><\/strong>
\n(Written by Michael Gaither and John Andrew Eddie)<\/p>\n

The day started out simple enough
\nI was heading down the road trying to wake up
\nThen got a bad bad feeling – ’bout what was lying ahead
\nCars swervin’ like balls in a pinball game
\nIt’s official – everybody’s insane
\nNobody’s driving — without a phone to their head<\/p>\n

Hang it up – hang it up – hang it up
\nHang it up – hang it up – I’ve had enough<\/p>\n

Saw a loving couple walking hand in hand
\nSeemed everyday enough, but I didn’t understand
\nNo something – it wasn’t right
\nThey were laughing and talking – but not to each other
\nI got a little closer – that’s when I discovered
\nThe headsets – and flashing blue lights<\/p>\n

Hang it up – hang it up – hang it up
\nHang it up – hang it up – I’ve had enough<\/p>\n

Everyone’s talking – we’re not saying a thing
\nMight as well be using — two cans and a string
\nOn stairways and sidewalks in line at the grocery store, too
\nAlexander Graham Bell — didn’t think this one through<\/p>\n

Went to a concert and a guy three rows down
\nCalled his buddies and said, “Hey, can you hear me now”
\nI said,”We all can – You don’t have to shout”
\nI’d had it by then – I ran over there
\nIt’s beautiful when a cell phone sails through the air
\nThe usher even smiled —– as he was throwing me out<\/p>\n

Hang it up – hang it up – hang it up
\nHang it up – hang it up – I’ve had enough<\/p>\n

Hang it up – hang it up – hang it up
\nHang it up – hang it up – I’ve had enough<\/p>\n

After a Good Rain<\/a><\/strong>
\nThe rhythm on the roof wakes me at night
\nRocks me back to sleep and it’s all right
\nThe gutter clicks like a metronome outside
\nI could lie here and listen all night<\/p>\n

After a good rain I can breathe
\nThe sky never looked so clear to me
\nThere’s a rainbow right behind that cloud and another sunny day
\nAfter a good rain<\/p>\n

It’s coming down in buckets and in sheets
\nLike cats and dogs bouncing at my feet
\nJust let it wash all over me
\nA thunderstorm it’s just therapy<\/p>\n

After a good rain I can breathe
\nThe sky never looks so clear to me
\nThere’s a rainbow right behind that cloud and another sunny day
\nAfter a good rain<\/p>\n

The rhythm on the roof wakes me at night
\nSeems to be no end to it in sight
\nA little rain never hurt no one
\nThe darkest rain leaves the brightest sun<\/p>\n

After a good rain I can breathe
\nThe sky never looks so clear to me
\nThere’s a rainbow right behind that cloud and another sunny day
\nAfter a good rain<\/p>\n

There\u00eds a rainbow right behind that cloud \u00f1 it\u00edll come again
\nAfter a good rain
\nYeah after a good rain<\/p>\n

Dogspeed<\/a><\/strong>
\nShe always talks in her sleep
\nRuns in place lying at my feet
\nWonder what’s she’s chasing in her dreams
\nShe’s moving along at dogspeed<\/p>\n

Moving along at dogspeed
\nSometimes a little rest is all you need
\nA dog’s life that’s the life for me
\nMoving along at dogspeed<\/p>\n

I know dogs who work all the time
\nHerding sheep or guiding the blind
\nKeeping a cop safe at his side
\nThey don’t complain and they don’t seem to mind<\/p>\n

Moving along at dogspeed
\nSometimes a little work is all you need
\nA dog’s life that’s the life for me
\nMoving along at dogspeed<\/p>\n

I get home at the end of a long day
\nTo an unconditional invite to play
\nA wagging tale tells me all’s okay
\nSometimes it just works that way<\/p>\n

Moving along at dogspeed
\nSometimes a little love is all you need
\nA dog’s life that’s the life for me
\nMoving along at dogspeed<\/p>\n

They got something on you and me
\nMoving a long at dogspeed<\/p>\n

Dad Built Roads<\/a><\/strong>
\nMy father went west in ’48, drove across seven states
\nAnd he kept going ’til he reached the sea
\nSettled here in this little town, looked ’til he finally found
\nA job with a local construction company<\/p>\n

Every Sunday he’d take me out for a ride – didn’t take me long to see that I
\nWould find the work he did everywhere we roamed
\nFrom up in the mountains on down to the beach, he even paved the local city streets
\nThat at the end of the day, took us all the way back home<\/p>\n

Never afraid of a hard day’s work, he’d been doing it all of his life
\nA pretty good mechanic, he could keep machines in line
\nHe ran pavers and graders, trucks and loaders
\nStayed late to fix ’em when the guys went home because
\nDad built roads<\/p>\n

Old roads with names like Blood Alley
\nCaused more than one fatal crash
\nThose highways are wider and safer now
\nDad had a hand in that
\nMy dad, he never pushed paper around
\nHe worked with his hands
\nAnd if you look around today
\nDad’s work still stands<\/p>\n

Never afraid of a hard day’s work, he’d been doing it all of his life
\nA pretty good mechanic, he could keep machines in line
\nWith oil, sand, and granite rock
\nHe built highways and driveways, asphalt and blacktop
\nDad built roads<\/p>\n

I hope I leave a legacy when I\u00edm gone
\nIt might something I wrote in a song
\nBut it’ll pale with his work that\u00eds everywhere I go
\nHe had a canvas that stretched for miles
\nGoes on as far as you can drive because
\nDad built roads<\/p>\n

Never afraid of a hard day’s work, he’d been doing it all of his life
\nA pretty good mechanic, he could keep machines in line
\nAll the way up 5 and down The 101
\nIf you’re in California you\u00edve been on one \u00f1 that my dad built
\nDad built roads<\/p>\n

Where’d the Time Go?<\/a><\/strong>
\nSaw The Ramones when I turned 17
\nApril 11th looked like Halloween
\nGabba Gabba Hey Hey Hey
\nWore torn Levis and leather boots
\nMy buddy John came in a giant mouse suit
\nSanta Cruz Civic – seems like yesterday<\/p>\n

Where’d the time go? I don’t know
\nI stopped keeping track a long time ago
\n“Rock and Roll High School”, “Blitzkrieg Bop”
\nSlam dancing, we never stopped
\nWhere’d the time go? I don’t know<\/p>\n

We stormed the Coliseum gate
\nDay on the Green, ’78
\nACDC headlined that year
\nBon Scott sang “A Long Way To the Top”
\nScreaming like he’d never stop
\nHard to believe he’d be gone within a year<\/p>\n

Where’d the time go? I don’t know
\nI stopped keeping track a long time ago
\nSinging along with your favorite band
\nHolding up a lighter ’til it burned your hand
\nWhere’d the time go? I don’t know<\/p>\n

When Lennon died in ’80 we all cried
\nWent to the Sashmill that Tuesday night
\nThey showed “Let It Be” and we sang along
\nMan, the people who’ve come and gone
\nWhere’d the time go? I don’t know<\/p>\n

Driving to work about a few years ago
\nHeard Warren Zevon on the radio
\nI knew we’d lost him nobody had to say a word
\nHe sang “Keep My In Your Heart for Awhile”
\nI started to cry, and then I just smiled
\nI can map my life by the songs I’ve heard<\/p>\n

Where’d the time go? I don’t know
\nI stopped keeping track a long time ago
\nYou make a mark – sing a song
\nTime just keeps ticking on
\nWhere’d the time go? I don’t know<\/p>\n

Pack My Mule<\/a><\/strong>
\nOnce upon a time there were hills I had to climb
\nIt tore me up inside
\nBut nothing comes to you until you make a move
\nI’m gonna pack my mule and ride<\/p>\n

I’m an easy read – I wear it on my sleeve
\nThere isn’t much I try to hide
\nYou got something to say – tell me today
\nI’m gonna pack my mule and ride<\/p>\n

I knew a man – worked with his hands
\nWhile he dreams whithered up and died
\nHe said, “Someday, I’ll run”, but that “someday” never comes
\nI’m gonna pack my mule and ride<\/p>\n

A donkey he never hurries
\nA horse she’ll stop and worry
\nAll that I know is I gotta hit the road
\nI’m gonna pack my mule and ride (last line 2x)<\/p>\n

This is one of those songs that just goes on and on
\nSo I’ll just thank you for your time
\nI might be here again- I’ll see you then<\/p>\n

I’m gonna pack my mule and ride
\nI’m gonna pack my mule and ride<\/p>\n

I Hope the World<\/a><\/strong>
\nI hope the world treated you well today
\nThat everybody listened to whatever you had to say
\nI know the stars get out of line
\nHappens that way from time to time
\nI hope the world treated you well today<\/p>\n

You might have made a wrong turn or two
\nBut every one of them brought me here to you
\nSo raise a glass to every one
\nIf this were easy, it wouldn’t be half as fun
\nYou might have made a wrong turn or two<\/p>\n

Did it go according to your plan?
\nIf not tomorrow you can try again
\nEveryday’s a gift, now that’s a fact
\nThough you’d like to take back
\nDid it go according to your plan?<\/p>\n

Nobody meets by accident
\nAnd today’s a tomorrow that already came and went
\nLaugh a little, shed a tear
\nYou could do worse than end up here
\nNobody meets by accident<\/p>\n

I hope the world treated you well today
\nThat everybody listened to whatever you had to say
\nI know the stars get out of line
\nhappens that way from time to time
\nI hope the world treated you well today<\/p>\n

Yeah, I hope the world treated you well today<\/p>\n

All lyrics copyright Michael Gaither \/ MaryLou Tunes \/ ASCAP, except “Job for the Money,” words and music by Mark Pistrang, copyright Crybaby Rose Publishing<\/a> \/ ASCAP). Reprinted by permission.<\/strong><\/p>\n