You've got a run up them stockings, babe You've got a run up them stockings, babe I see it running up the inside of your leg And Lord, the body aches Well, maybe I'm an old dog rolling over Maybe I'm an old dog rolling over Maybe I'm a mule in the flowers Maybe I'm a better man well-fed Even far across the street corner You know a man lost in wonder You see a man wake to hunger After a long fast And we stop to talk, one friend to another One sees sun coming, the other thunder I said, "Come on in the water" "Is cool, but not cold" Sun is shining, the weeds are growing Sun is shining, the weeds are growing One thing I know that's always increasing Is the past Well, maybe I'm an old dog rolling over Maybe I'm an old dog rolling over Maybe I'm a mule in the flowers Maybe I'm a better man well-fed