Lyrics Houndog - Live - Cold Chisel

Come on, hey

Hump that coffin up 'round one more bend
Hump that coffin up 'round one more bend
And if your head need a bandage
Try a roadhouse open sandwich
Duck the waitress, hit the road again

I got dog disease and asphalt on my shoes
I got dog disease and asphalt on my shoes (come on Don, sing it up, hey)

I got the houndog sittin' by the side of the road
Houndog sittin' by the side of the road
Houndog sittin' on the side by the highway blues
The highway blues

I coulda flown East-West
The ticket was outa my range
I coulda gone rail
They said I looked a little strange (yeah)
Well the Budget girl just got the sack
The interstate bus just breaks my back
Sick of getting home
Counting my remaining change

Got the houndog sittin' by the side of the road
Houndog sittin' by the side of the road
Houndog sittin' by the side of the highway blues
The highway blues

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

Railway don't come out here no more
And it's cold
Through Nambucca, up the coast
The girls are sweeter
And the girls are sweeter
I did it all the last ten summers (come on)

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

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

I got the houndog sittin' by the side of the road
Houndog sitting by the side of the road
Houndog sittin' on the side of the highway blues
The highway blues, hey, aaooh

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