I’LL BE YOUR DOGHOUSE

I’LL BE YOUR DOGHOUSE
by Michael R. Clem

I’ve been where you’ve been
clothes on the lawn
Told that it’s over
told to be gone
When life serves a lemon
and you asked for a lime
Head down to my place
come anytime

I’ll be your doghouse
I’ll be your bud
I’ll be your sofa
your tow out of the mud
When your road gets rocky
and hits a dead end
||:When you have NO ONE, I’ll be your friend:||

I know that sound, too
Wedding gifts smashed
All the love letters
tossed in the trash
When life serves you papers
from a brown sheriff’s car
Head down to my place
it’s not very far

I’ll be your doghouse
I’ll be your bud
I’ll be your sofa
your tow out of the mud
When your road gets rocky
and hits a dead end
||:When you have NO ONE, I’ll be your friend:||

Won’t need a payment, not a cent
You will be broke, I won’t charge you rent
Just keep the place clean – that would be cool
Feed the fish every once in a while & keep the fridge full

I know that sound, too
grown man in tears
full of regret
for wasted years
When life serves you waffles
and you’ve asked for some booze
That’s all you get, Jack
and beggars can’t choose

But I’ll be your doghouse
I’ll be your bud
I’ll be your sofa
your tow out of the mud
When your road gets rocky
and hits a dead end
||:When you have NO ONE, I’ll be your friend:||

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