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I used to have a big, black lab, old Will was quite a dog
Traveled with me everywhere I went
He’d lay there in the truck front seat, his head upon my lap
And stare up at me like I was heaven-sent
Been dead for half a decade yet his scent, it lingers on
Still got those popcorn paws, it seems
And after spinning once or twice, that flop-down lazy sigh
Before he’d drift off into some contented dream

But he went home, ya he went home
Perhaps the place where it’s all doggy treats and bones
And I wish that he were here, but of two things I’m real clear
That his soul’s alive and, man, he’s not alone

Michael was a friend of mine, his time with us was short
Hard to figure why that had to be
Got a little daughter, she’s bout eight years old, like mine,
By the grace of God, you know that could be me
And every time I drive by his house, man, I feel so sad
I think about his family and about mine
But one thing I don’t worry about’s old Michael anymore
Cause I know he’s with the man and doing fine

Cause he went home, ya he went home
And doesn’t get no junk calls on the phone
And I wish that he were here, but of two things I’m real clear
That his soul’s alive and man, he’s not alone

Graveyards late at night, they used to scare me half to death
And the Reaper, he was way much more than grim
Figured he would haul my butt right to the basement fire
And then laugh his ass off while he shoved me in
But if there’s a last laugh here, well, it belongs to me
Cause I can tell you sure as ash to dust
That when it’s time for me to head on down that country road
Well, I’ll be shouting Hallelujah-town or bust

Cause I’ll be home, ya I’ll be home
And I won’t get no junk calls on the phone
But that Hallelujah’s here, so of two things I’m real clear
That my soul’s alive and, man, I’m not alone

And I’m feeling home, I’m right at home
Cut my heart wide open, strip me to the bone
Cause you see, when I’m all here, then of death I have no fear
Cause my soul’s alive and man, I’m not alone

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from O Boss Man, released December 2, 2013

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Bob and the Trubadors Montpelier, Vermont

Bob and the Trubadors offer up a fertile brew of original music, folk-based with shades of blues, jazz and world music.

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