Moon Dog

I was gettin’ on a moon dog.

Moon Dog

I was gettin’ on a moon dog.
Done loaded up on beers.
She set her foot on my stool ring.
opened up my ears.

It was just some words
on a napkin, baby.
Don’t expect no show.
Closing time now,  and I gotta go.

I never done nothin’ right by you 
I ain’t holding a way back when.
But you made good my night
what you wrote with your pen.

It was jus…