big-a-dog, big-a-bite

John Ferdinand Woodstock & The Rebirth Experience    Once upon a foggy night, I put on my hunting shoes. Told my Lady not to wait— said, I go hunting for a goose.  Rays of moonlight on my way, make me running with the pack. Far and wide—needless to say— no goose—cause I was off the track …  Big-a-dog, big-a-bite, small-a-dog must not fight. Have a problem with the right? Wake me up in the night.  Something screaming in the woods, make my blood surge to my face. Just in time I understood— I’ll be gone without a trace.  Slap, Bang—I’m … Continue reading