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Dogs Made of Rust (The Mayor's Ballad)

from The Ratcatcher by The Crux

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I spent the night beneath the yellow moon
When I was just little boy, a diamond in my eye
I told my mommy and my daddy not to wait
That I’d be home when morning broke, and spread across the lake

Oh the hills were so inviting
But foreign winds brought something frightening
Howling hounds had approached the woods

When I awoke, I saw them all around
I held my breath inside my chest, as not to make a sound
There must have been two dozen, maybe more
Ghastly dogs with orange coats, all rusted to the core

Oh their teeth were scraps of iron
And their claws were tangled wire
And their eyes, I shall never forget

And it’s never a-roaming I’ll go, I’ll never go a roaming
Though the hills look very wonderful tonight
No, it’s never a-roaming I’ll go, I’ll never go a roaming
Won’t you be a brother, pour another pint

Now I light a fire from the cold
And if I ever leave this town, my feet stay on the road
I feel all right, and nothing’s out of reach
With my summers at the cottage, and my winter’s by the beach

Oh, the town is mine to shelter
I’ll keep it safe in stormy weather
And everybody knows my face

And it’s never a-roaming I’ll go, I’ll never go a roaming
Though the hills look very wonderful tonight
No, it’s never a-roaming I’ll go, I’ll never go a roaming
Won’t you be a brother, pour another pint

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from The Ratcatcher, released October 31, 2013

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