He ain't got no money got no bonds to lose
Ain't got no pink-house with a lotta locks to close
Ain't got no good-wife, no bunch o'screams to feed
He's talkin'about good-life
well he's one of a kind, he's a different breed
Hed sails the oceans on them wooden ships
He's in command 's got his hand on his hips
He sleeps in deserts under open skies
Got no religion-honey, but he sure got teeth to bite with
Whenever he's right, he's right
Now shake your widows, shake your latter-day saints
You got to stop your bleeding
He turns your water into gasoline
He turns your misery to gold
(...he's the) one-eyd-dog
the one eyed dog
He's got you listening to a different sound
Follow his tracks, now he'll be around
'cause if you stumble or if you might fall
you won't make the surface or the thin red line no more
(that thin red line....)
Now shake your widows, shake your latter-day saints
You got to stop your bleeding
He turns your water into gasoline
He turns your misery to gold
(...he's the) one-eyd-dog
the one eyed dog
Now they say understanding is forgiving
Still pulsing to the rouges'best o'life
Oh baby please, don't shoot no messenger
'cause he's the man with the different song
well he's the man with the different drum
SOLO
Now shake your widows, shake your latter-day saints
You got to stop your bleeding
He turns your water into gasoline
He turns your misery to gold
(...he's the) one-eyd-dog
the one eyed dog,
one eyed dog.......
