Song Description
									True story of a girl who has written off her jerk of a man...she would rather spend her time with her dog who loves her, honors, obeys and never complains.
								 								
								
								
									
										
											
											
																							| Song Length | 3:32 | Genre | Country - Rock, Rock - Modern | 
																								| Tempo | Medium (111 - 130) | Lead Vocal | Duet Female | 
																								| Mood | Mad,  Cross | Subject | Pets,  Heartbreak | 
																								| Language | English | Era | 2000 and later | 
																						
									
								 
								
								
																Lyrics
								
									Walk The Dog
(Dana Blayone / Sherry Crawford)
Here I am mad as hell at you    
(Shes really mad)
You did it again what you said you wouldn't do   
(That man will never learn)
Well I could scream I could shout I could throw stuff around 
But what would that prove?
Instead I'll just go walk the dog!   
(You go girlfriend)
Sometimes itÂ?s like I'm talking to a wall    
(Mmm-hmm)
And I wonder why I'm talking to you at all    
(Well I've always wondered that)
When I put on these walkin' boots and head out the door
You better pray I just go walk the dog!
(Girl those boots were made for walkin')
Chorus
I'll spend my time with someone who loves me
Who doesn't complain that he's on a leash  
He honors he obeys he never does me wrong
That's why I'd rather go walk the dog
You said that you wanted to settle down   
(That'd be the day)
No longer go out drinkin' on the town   
(Like that's ever gonna happen)
But again you're in the dog house licking off your wounds
So I'm packin' up the dog I'm done with you    
Ooh, she's soooo done
I'll spend my time with someone who loves me   
Who doesn't complain that he's on a leash   
He honors he obeys he never makes me blue
So I walk with the dog instead of you
He honors he obeys he never makes me blue
So I walk with the dog, oh I walk with the dog 
Oh I walk with the dog, instead of you!
-whistle-  C'mon boy, let's get outta here.
(Wait up girlfriend you're comin' to my house and I'm 
gonna mix us up a big pitcher of margaritas and then
I'll give you a manicure. Ok? Ok.  S'all good.