White Dog Waltz Letra

Blood red and burnt You'd think by now my eyes'd learnt To see more than they actually do. At least pass this whiskey glass And certainly right on through you. With pen in hand I sit and make my stand Write my last letter to you. And now you're free, no more A prisoner of me. Free to find something brand new. And now I live my life like a loner Like a wild dog that won't have an owner I'll be growling at my own shadow Chorus I'll be a howlin' at pale moon I'll be content, though hellbent, On another hi-way soon.