| Song | Dead Dog Song |
| Artist | Okkervil River |
| Album | Don't Fall In Love With Everyone You See |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sam, bless him, has died and left this home, the woodchucks running wild, the bushes overgrown. | |
| Slip unseen into the skein of trees, slide through dusky grasses and scatter his ashes. | |
| It’s all over, he’s never coming back. | |
| There’ll be no more roaming. | |
| He was only here for fourteen years, and now the branches scratch my face and | |
| I can’t hold back my tears. | |
| Long ago I’d see him running in the snow, he’d come in from the cold and he’d lie down by the stove. | |
| Pass along this loping road, the needley grasp of briars on the slope. | |
| He’d never been to church, so he doesn’t have a soul. | |
| He isn’t waiting at the place where all of us will go. | |
| But the woodchucks wouldn’t run so wild, the bushes wouldn’t be so overgrown if we were not alone. | |
| Bound unbound through the boundless air, remaining wisps of hair. | |
| Barking out through everywhere, the trees, the grass, the rain, and | |
| Sam in the air. | |
| He was in this world, by my side he was curled, but he came uncurled and this world holds him that much ti |
| Sam, bless him, has died and left this home, the woodchucks running wild, the bushes overgrown. | |
| Slip unseen into the skein of trees, slide through dusky grasses and scatter his ashes. | |
| It' s all over, he' s never coming back. | |
| There' ll be no more roaming. | |
| He was only here for fourteen years, and now the branches scratch my face and | |
| I can' t hold back my tears. | |
| Long ago I' d see him running in the snow, he' d come in from the cold and he' d lie down by the stove. | |
| Pass along this loping road, the needley grasp of briars on the slope. | |
| He' d never been to church, so he doesn' t have a soul. | |
| He isn' t waiting at the place where all of us will go. | |
| But the woodchucks wouldn' t run so wild, the bushes wouldn' t be so overgrown if we were not alone. | |
| Bound unbound through the boundless air, remaining wisps of hair. | |
| Barking out through everywhere, the trees, the grass, the rain, and | |
| Sam in the air. | |
| He was in this world, by my side he was curled, but he came uncurled and this world holds him that much ti |
| Sam, bless him, has died and left this home, the woodchucks running wild, the bushes overgrown. | |
| Slip unseen into the skein of trees, slide through dusky grasses and scatter his ashes. | |
| It' s all over, he' s never coming back. | |
| There' ll be no more roaming. | |
| He was only here for fourteen years, and now the branches scratch my face and | |
| I can' t hold back my tears. | |
| Long ago I' d see him running in the snow, he' d come in from the cold and he' d lie down by the stove. | |
| Pass along this loping road, the needley grasp of briars on the slope. | |
| He' d never been to church, so he doesn' t have a soul. | |
| He isn' t waiting at the place where all of us will go. | |
| But the woodchucks wouldn' t run so wild, the bushes wouldn' t be so overgrown if we were not alone. | |
| Bound unbound through the boundless air, remaining wisps of hair. | |
| Barking out through everywhere, the trees, the grass, the rain, and | |
| Sam in the air. | |
| He was in this world, by my side he was curled, but he came uncurled and this world holds him that much ti |