A one-armed man with a box of dimes
Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll
Songwriter: Kelly Joe Phelps
Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll
It's a scavenger hunt in the best of times
Look way down below for Taylor John he wants to be like me
Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll
There she was so young and pretty holding out her hand
Partin' like tomorrow is a vestibule of commerce
Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll, yeah
Pocketbook explodin' with the money of delusion
A one-armed man with a box of dimes
Her feet are nimble still when she wants she can go
Getting throw the stick and let the bulldog roll
Taylor used to marvel at the way the music sounded
Last night one fell onto the floor, yeah, to the floor, yeah, to the floor
Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
She drifted down the carpet-bag to put another lamp shade on
Throw the stick and let the bulldog
Tries to breathe now like a wretched stain and floats like a fool
An asphalt rhododendron where she fell across the car
A one-armed man with a box of dimes
It's a scavenger hunt in the best of times
To the last five years that livin' took away, away, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
I'll throw the stick and let the bulldog roll
Taylor's 37 yesterday and she'll be 21
It's a scavenger hunt in the best of times
Come all you little sailors with a penchant for the sea
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Yeah, throw the stick and let the bulldog roll
Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll, yeah
Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll
Scavenger hunt in the best of times
Hey, yeah, she can go, hey, hey, yes, she can go
Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll
Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll
'Round the kitchen table lined with cigarettes from years ago
Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll, yeah
Winks her smokin' yellowed eyes and rolls snakes along the floor
Where another hotel key has left a scar upon the soul
Make her glass-eyed lover buy a drink and then another round
A one-armed man with a box of dimes
Publisher: PILGRIMS WAY PUBLISHING INC
Hey, hey, hmm, yeah, along the floor
Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll
"No regret", says I, says she, "Waltzin' to the ice machine"
Drownin' in the water, got his collar turned up cool
Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll, yeah
Taylor had a wife, she was married to the mirror