Trainhead - A Dog Named Ruppert Lyrics

My dog Ruppert
Sure could bite a bone
Liked his dinner
With a chicken on top
If he don't get it he'll holler and moan

My buddy Ruppert
Gettin' with all my girls
No matter how pretty
He'll get that kitty
He's the slickest dog in the world

Good doggy Ruppert
Heart was made of stone
When I spent my nights
Cryin' on the porch
He made sure I never was alone

Ol' Rupe was a basset hound
He went up to my knee
His ears could hear from miles away
But the boy could hardly see

I picked him up
In an old, run-down
Church confessional booth
No leash
No collar
No name
And it looks like the Lord
Was trying to feed him to the flame

Ol' buddy Ruppert
Ain't no stranger of mine
I'd give that boy
The world if I could
But I just ain't got a dime

Good boy Ruppert
Eyes look tired and foggy
Though your hair went grey
Could never give you away
You're my good ol' buddy doggy

Ol' Rupe was a basset hound
He went up to my knee
His ears could hear from miles away
But the boy could hardly see

I picked him up
In an old, run-down
Church confessional booth
No leash
No collar
No name
And it looks like the Lord
Was trying to feed him to the flame

No leash
No collar
No balls
And it looks like the Lord
Was trying to feed him to the flame

(Ruppert, come on Ruppert, come on, come on Ruppert
Let's get back in, come on Ruppert, come on, come on boy, Ruppert, Ruppert, Ruppert? RUPPERT!)

No leash
No collar
No name
And it looks like the Lord
Was trying to feed him to the flame

No leash
No collar
No name
And it looks like the Lord
Was trying to feed him to the flame

No leash
No collar
No name
And it looks like the Lo-o-o-ord
Fed him to the flame