I've been drinking muddy water And it tastes like turpentine I've been leaving muddy footprints Up and down the Morgan line Crows are crying all around me In a sky where the sun refuse to shine I've been taking scraps from back doors I've been hiding in the cane I've been fighting over morsels And I've been slinking back again I've been building up a reputation On the levee all across the plain No I won't be your dog Your low riding dog anymore Now the mangrove sun is sinking And the moon is bloody red
Every gun is clean and loaded Lying by a feather bed Far and wide goes my description And the price is rising on my head No I won't be your dog Your low riding dog anymore I've been drinking muddy water I've been keeping way down low All I hear is my own breathing All I see is a distant glow All I have is tearing me up Wearing me down just won't let me go No I won't be your dog Your low riding dog anymore No I won't be your dog Your low riding dog anymore