Paul Kelly (Mushroom)  I've been drinking muddy water  And it tastes like turpentine  I've been leaving muddy footprints  Up and down the Morgan line  Crows are crying all around me  In a sky where the sun refuse to shine  I've been taking scraps from back doors  I've been hiding in the cane  I've been fighting over morsels  And I've been slinking back again  I've been building up a reputation  On the levee all across the plain  No I won't be your dog  Your low riding dog anymore  Now the mangrove sun is sinking  And the moon is bloody red  Every gun is clean and loaded  Lying by a feather bed  Far and wide goes my description  And the price is rising on my head  No I won't be your dog  Your low riding dog anymore  I've been drinking muddy water  I've been keeping way down low  All I hear is my own breathing  All I see is a distant glow  All I have is tearing me up  Wearing me down just won't let me go  No I won't be your dog  Your low riding dog anymore  No I won't be your dog  Your low riding dog anymore