M[A]ud colored dogs guarding s[G]hot gun sh[A]acks, [G] Red d[D]oor on the [G]green Cadil[A]lac Hot w[A]ind blowing smoke through g[G]raveyard str[A]eets A fa[G]ce I recogn[D]ize staring b[G]ack through [A]me Aint going down to the we[G]ll no more,[D] Believe I had my fil[A]l Work that ground til I d[G]one got sore, [D] Aint going back down to...