Lyrics
I been livin' like a junkyard dog
I've been living in a disordered and chaotic manner, like a neglected and abandoned dog in a junkyard.
Scratchin' them fleas for way to long
Dealing with problems and challenges for an extended period.
I been runnin' through the open air
I've been moving freely in open spaces.
Where I run to I don't care
My destination or purpose is unclear.
Cause it's oh me, oh my,
Expressing surprise or dismay.
People only talk about ya when you die
People only recognize and appreciate you after your death.
It's oh my, oh me,
Reversal of the previous phrase, emphasizing the unexpected attention after death.
I'm headed down south man I got to be free
Expressing a desire for freedom and a journey southward.
I told you I was coming won't you look for me?
A reminder to be anticipated and looked out for.
Well life sure ain't no easy lover
Life is challenging and doesn't offer easy solutions.
You can chase one dream just to kill another
Pursuing one goal may come at the cost of another.
But death is my neighbor and he walks in my dreams
Death is a constant presence and influences dreams.
And he takes me to places that I never have seen
Death exposes the narrator to new and unfamiliar experiences.
Cause it's oh me, oh my,
Repetition of the surprise or dismay at the posthumous attention.
Why they talk about ya when you die?
Questioning the reason behind the focus on an individual after death.
It's oh my, oh me,
Reiteration of the desire for freedom and a southern journey.
I'm headed down south man I got to be free
Restating the anticipation of arrival and the call to be looked for.
I told you I was comin' won't you look for me?
Requesting recognition upon arrival.
When I sing a song beneath the old shade tree
Describing a moment of self-expression under a tree.
I can sing about the pain that's inside of me
Expressing the ability to convey inner pain through song.
And it don't scare ya off because I sing in key
Confident that singing in tune won't drive people away.
That's a little secret nobody knows about me
Revealing a hidden aspect about the narrator.
Cause it's oh me, oh my,
Repetition of the surprise or dismay at posthumous attention.
Everybody talks about ya when you die
Rephrasing the question about the focus on an individual after death.
It's oh my, oh me,
Restating the desire for freedom and a southern journey.
I'm headed down south man I got to be free
Reiterating the anticipation of arrival and the call to be looked for.
I told you I was comin' won't you look for me?
Requesting recognition upon arrival.
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