Me and you and a dog destined for the bottom.

Words and music by Kent Lavoie (a.k.a. "Lobo"), 1971.

I remember to date.
The luminous red clay of Georgia.
How it stuck to the tires after the rain of summer.
Will actuate makes that the old ' car disappear.
The spirit of a woman indicated to me that it is thus.
Ah! How I wish we were back on the road still.

Me and you and a dog called bottom.
Displacement ' and life ' in addition to ground.
Me and you and a dog called bottom.
How I liked to be free equip.

I can still remember.
Cornfields of the street Paul.
And the morning ' we obtained the caught flight ' of an old hen.
Old man MacDonald, it did the work to us.
But then it paid us what it was worth the sorrow.
Another attack of gas and the back on the road still.

Me and you and a dog called bottom.
Displacement ' and life ' in addition to ground.
Me and you and a dog called with bottom.
How I liked to be free equip.

Well, I will never forget this day.
We circulated in the majestic car in large L.A.
The lights of the city put arrangement-towards bottom in my brain.
Although it is only one month or thus.
This old ' car is a desinsectisation ' of us to go.
You obtained to leave.
Still return on the road.

Me and you and a dog called bottom.
Displacement ' and life ' in addition to ground.
Me and you and a dog called bottom.
How I liked to be free equip.

Me and you and a dog called bottom.
Displacement ' and life ' in addition to ground.
Me and you and a dog called with bottom.
How I liked to be free equip.