By Samuel Barradas
Me and that old bulldog been traveling up-n-down these lonely highways together a mighty long time now. Counting mile sticks, marking time, just like best friends, you could say.
Why I remember the blizzard of oh-five, yes-sir-ee, I swear that bulldog pulled those two wagons through the snow, and ice, like a Siberian husky if you ask me.
Shoot, darn dog made me proud that cold winter night.
We watched the sun rise many times; traveled big cities, and small towns too! New York, Atlanta, Detroit, K.C., to name a few. Oh! That bulldog just kept running.
Seems like I spent more time with that old boy, than with my own family; although, I never planned it that way: so many mileposts have already passed us by.
Me and that chrome bulldog been traveling up-n-down these lonely highways together a mighty long time…