Lyrics Houndog (Live) - Cold Chisel

Come on

Hump that coffin up 'round one more bend
Hump that coffin up 'round one more bend
And if your head, it needs a bandage
Try a roadhouse open sandwich
Fuck the waitress, and hit the road again now, hey

I got dog's disease and asphalt on my shoes
I got dog disease and asphalt on my shoes

I got the houndog sitting by the side of the road
The houndog sitting by the side of the road
Got the houndog sittin' by the side of the highway blues
The highway blues

I coulda flown East-West, the ticket was outta my reach
Well, I coulda gone rail, they said I look a little strange
And the Budget girl just got the sack
The interstate bus just breaks my back
I'm sick of gettin' home
And counting my remaining change (come on now)

I got the houndog sitting by the side of the road
The houndog sitting by the side of the road
The houndog sitting by the side of the highway blues, yeah
The highway blues

Oh, ride the line to Hornsby station
Find my circus animals again
I'm outside
Don't need no communication
Through the ghost-town, and fade away
Undenied

The railway don't come out here no more
And it's cold
Through Nambucca, up the coast
The grass is greener
The girls are sweeter
I did it all the last ten summers, yeah

Leave the waves and change the culture
Choose a far off name that suits ya
Bali, Bangkok, overland
Asian highway, Amsterdam
There's always some town unexplored
And in the end
It's the motion is its own reward

Just the motion
It's the motion
It's the motion
It's the motion
It's the motion

I see petrol-heads and country hicks
Bible-freaks and lunatics
50 miles to go and I'll be home
I'll be home

I got the houndog sitting by the side of the road
The houndog sitting by the side of the road
The houndog sitting by the side of the highway blues

Ah, yeah, whoo, yeah