My skin sticks to my bones Alone and so old Don't own a lick, all my pockets hold To my name's a stone My step's gettin' low and slow(Er) Draggin' dirt that's not worth the loan All the tolls to keep on goin' Down the low country road Rollin' down all alone Just moving along Oh, like a stray dog I don't gotta home Rollin' down all alone Just moving along Oh, like a stray dog I don't wanna home The sun sets past the bend And I probably won't see it again Because I'm resting at the riverbed Beside the poor old fishermen Caravans will point and laugh With their gold and upright backs I ought to growl, I ought to stand But I'm oh too tired to bark at them Rollin' down all alone Just moving along Oh, like a stray dog I don't gotta home Rollin' down all alone Just moving along Oh, like a stray dog I don't wanna home Oh, can anyone spare a bone? Oh, just one more for me to hold before I'm gone Oh, can anyone care to know? Oh, that I'll pass along and fade into the golden road Rollin' down all alone Just moving along Oh, like a stray dog I don't gotta home Rollin' down all alone Just moving along Oh, like a stray dog I don't wanna home