I hear the door a swingin’, it’s swingin’ back and forth
And I ain’t seen a backyard since I don’t know when
I’m stuck here in the shelter, and time keeps draggin’ on
And those puppies keep on leavin’, while I’m here down below…
When I was...
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I hear the door a swingin’, it’s swingin’ back and forth
And I ain’t seen a backyard since I don’t know when
I’m stuck here in the shelter, and time keeps draggin’ on
And those puppies keep on leavin’, while I’m here down below…
When I was just a puppy, my mama showed me, “Finn,
Always be a good boy, don’t ever run with him”
But I ran away from the South, ‘cuz that’s where good dogs die…
When I hear that door a swingin’, I hang my head and whine
I bet there’s purebreds eatin’ raw food diets everywhere
They’re probably gettin’ groomin’ and playin’ in big backyards
Well I know I’ll got a home soon, ‘til then I can’t be free
Will my people come adopt me? Don’t know, that’s what tortures me…
Can you give me a chance? I’m Finn, imprisoned for two years and counting...now filled with new hope here at the Humane Society of Boulder Valley:
