Is that a dog
Or it that a wolf
Out there howling at the moon
A dog ‘ll lick your hand
A wolf ‘ll eat your face
We’ll likely know here pretty soon
Now its midnight
Can’t see nothing
Sept shadows moving in the trees
It ain’t that cold
But I’m shivering
Oh Lord what’s going to become of me
So here I am
Lost in the woods
All that howling dismays me some
Now come sunup
It’s right likely
Be nothing left of me but crumbs
Dog or Wolf
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard
©2019 Mystic Roots Publishing (BMI) and
Marty Kupersmith © 2019 KOMODO Music (BMI)