Albert York - Bad Dog

Sharpened claws on silent paws, no sound his footfalls make
His howling splits the stormy night, earth trembles in his wake
Charcoal fur, eyes ablaze, fuelled only by his wrath
A flash of lightning and a snarl as dead men cross his path

The Black Dog is a bad dog, a bad dog is he
A hellish beast, when you head east, he'll chase you through the night (Yeah)
The Black Dog is a bad dog, a bad, bad dog is he

Lonesome paths and worn out trails, he'll follow close behind
He's on your heels but even still, no fear does taint your mind
No word or sound the ghost does make, but he's loyal by your side
Protecting those who roam the night, no need to run and hide

The Black Dog is a good dog, a good dog is he
A gentle beast, when you head east, he'll guide you through the night (Yeah)
The Black Dog is a good dog, a good, good dog is he

The Black Dog is a bad dog, a bad dog is he
A hellish beast, when you head East, he'll chase you through the night (Yeah)
The Black Dog is a bad dog, a bad, bad dog is he

Written by:
Matilda Betts

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