"I used to know a drug dealer His name was Billy Jack.
The Mexican cartel cut his head off, and he ain't comin' back
God knows I sure do miss my buddy; he had some killer pot
This ole stray dog and Jesus are all the friends I got
The pain pill jar is empty, my Wild Irish Rose is gone
But I found a tube of model airplane glue and I'm gettin' my buzz on
Why's everybody judging me when the Good Book says "Judge not"
This ole stray dog and Jesus are all the friends I got"
That's how the song starts off. Kaboom! It goes on from there in the same positive vein.
From "Old Stray Dog and Jesus" by Paul Thorn
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