Music by Steve Remy & Acme Blues Company

Copyright © 2006 Acme Blues Company (BMI)

Stumblin' up the walk, oh man it’s a disgrace

Sure hope that dog is sleepin' sound, I don’t feel like a chase

Woman turned him against me, supposed to be man’s best friend

Must be what she’s feedin' him - that expensive blend

Try not to make a racket; don’t want to hear that woman’s mouth

Might be time for me to pack my leavin' trunk

And head way down south

Lay back with my toes in the sand and find me a quiet woman

that knows how to treat a man

Finally cleared my head, I’m comin out of the fog

I’m gone now, baby - It’s just you and that mangy dog

Should'a fixed this squeaky hinge on the back porch door

Damn hard to be quiet on this creaky floor

Tryin' to feel my way; squintin' in the dark

Last thing I need is for that dog to start to bark

Just cause the lights ain’t on, don’t mean nobody’s home

Just because it’s quiet, don’t mean you’re alone

Finally cleared my head, I’m comin' out of the fog

I’m gone now, baby - It’s just you and that mangy dog