You've got a run up them stockings, babe
You've got a run up them stockings, babe
I see it running up the inside of your leg
And lord, the body aches

Well maybe I'm an old dog rolling over
Maybe I'm an old dog rolling over
Maybe I'm a mule in the flowers
Maybe I'm a better man well-fed

Even far across the street corner
You know a man lost in wonder
You see a man wake to hunger
After a long fast

And we stop to talk, one friend to another
One sees sun coming, the other thunder
I said come on in the water
Is cool, but not cold

Sun is shining, the weeds are growing
Sun is shining, the weeds are growing
One thing I know that's always increasing
Is the past

Well maybe I'm an old dog rolling over
Maybe I'm an old dog rolling over
Maybe I'm a mule in the flowers
Maybe I'm a better man well-fed