The Dogmother · Howling Moon Music
Spurs on the wall. Rocking chair and a summer breeze. His tail keeps time.
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I hung my spurs up years ago
After one too many rodeos
Eight-second rides and busted ribs
Crowd lights bright and whiskey thick
Barroom dust and barbed wire nights
I swung hard and I lived that life
He was ridin' shotgun back then too
Head out the window, sky so blue
Me and my dog
We've both slowed down
Spurs on the wall
Ain't ridin' now
Rocking chair and a summer breeze
His tail keeps time at my feet
Let that whole world roll on by
Me and my dog
These hands that turned them wrenches tight
Once balled up ready to fight
Truck beds, beer cans, midnight calls
Young and mean and bulletproof tall
Now there's a Bible by that chair
Shotgun leaning easy there
Sun drops slow behind that field
This kind of peace feels real
Grey in his muzzle, grey in my chin
Every line tells where we've been
Me and my dog
We've both slowed down
Spurs on the wall
Ain't ridin' now
Rocking chair and a summer breeze
His tail keeps time at my feet
Let that whole world roll on by
Me and my dog
I hung my spurs up years ago
After one too many rodeos
Eight-second rides and busted ribs
Crowd lights bright and whiskey thick
Barroom dust and barbed wire nights
I swung hard and I lived that life
He was ridin' shotgun back then too
Head out the window, sky so blue
Me and my dog
We've both slowed down
Spurs on the wall
Ain't ridin' now
Rocking chair and a summer breeze
His tail keeps time at my feet
Let that whole world roll on by
Me and my dog
These hands that turned them wrenches tight
Once balled up ready to fight
Truck beds, beer cans, midnight calls
Young and mean and bulletproof tall
Now there's a Bible by that chair
Shotgun leaning easy there
Sun drops slow behind that field
This kind of peace feels real
Grey in his muzzle, grey in my chin
Every line tells where we've been
Me and my dog
We've both slowed down
Spurs on the wall
Ain't ridin' now
Rocking chair and a summer breeze
His tail keeps time at my feet
Let that whole world roll on by
Me and my dog
He used to chase that mailman truck
Guard this road like it was his luck
Now he does that slow stretch stand
Like he understands
I pick that old guitar at dusk
His tail thumps steady in the hush
Sun sinks low behind that field
We've both had more than our fill
Me and my dog
We've both slowed down
Spurs on the wall
Ain't ridin' now
His tail keeps time at my feet
Let that whole world roll on by
Me and my dog (Me and my dog, me and my dog)
© 2026 Valentina Talor / Howling Moon Music. All rights reserved.
He hung his spurs up years ago, after one too many rodeos. The dog rode shotgun through all of it — barroom dust, barbed-wire nights, the wild years.
Now it's a rocking chair, a Bible by the shotgun, grey in his muzzle and grey in the chin. Slower days, softer miles, and the kind of peace you earn.
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