I can hear the quad and encircling dogs
As they roll to my front door
You would stop by to see I wasn't too lonely
Then talk of life and sometimes more
You lent us all a hand, myself and my ol' band
Singing Dusty on the porch
You knew him like your palm, his songs were sung like psalms
For Slim you carry quite the torch
And it was "Footsteps Coming Home"
A tune we gently sang into the phone
For friends and family you'd say
These songs must never ever fade away
Just like the sounds of a rev'd up quad and barking hounds
Just like the sounds of a rev'd up quad and barking hounds
(I guess, I guess, I guess I-)
I guess I should confide you took me on that ride
And nearly scared the pants off me
The kids were simply gleaming amidst all the screaming
And we barely missed that tree
How all those loyal pups would never get sucked up
In all the dust from spinning wheels
The whirling bolts and screws can all catch up with you
I think you knew the way that feels
But it was "Footsteps Coming Home"
That said to us you're never left alone
For all the friends and family you'd play
These songs that never ever fade away
Just like the sounds of a rev'd up quad and barking hounds
Just like the sounds of a rev'd up quad and barking hounds
One thing I really know that maybe long ago
I should have written songs for you
From that unsteady table to a record label
There's so much work left to do
The things you said and done were often all in fun
Becoming folklore to the kin
I really have to say I often rue the day
You turned around and called me 'Bing'
That night I felt the rub down at the Tingha Club
We butchered "Duncan" for the crowd
You also got to learning parts of "Beds Are Burning"
Man we played that song too loud
It wasn't "Footsteps Coming Home"
It set a slightly different tone
But friends and family could see
Old man how much you mean to me
Just like the sounds of a rev'd up quad and barking hounds
Just like the sounds of a rev'd up quad and barking hounds