Poetry Friday--"Old Salty Dog Blues"

Yesterday, as I honored the poet Adrienne Rich who passed away on Tuesday, I also found out that bluegrass musician, Earl Scruggs, passed away on Wednesday. Two artists in two days' time! So, I figured I would honor Scruggs today with the words to this bluegrass song performed by Earl Scruggs and Lester Flatt.

Old Salty Dog Blues

Standin' on the corner with the low down blues
Is a great big hole in the bottom of my shoes
Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Let me be your Salty Dog
Or I won't be your man at all
Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Looking here Sal, I know you
Run down stockin' and a worn out shoe
Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Let me be your Salty Dog
Or I won't be your man at all
Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Down in the wildwood sitting on a log
Finger on the trigger and eye on the hog
Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Let me be your Salty Dog
Or I won't be your man at all
Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Pulled the trigger and the gun said go
The shot fell over in Mexico
Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Let me be your Salty Dog
Or I won't be your man at all
Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Let me be your Salty Dog
Or I won't be your man at all
Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

You can hear more Flatt & Scruggs songs on the CD American Roots: The Essential Album [CD FOLK AME].

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