Walker © words and music by Lisa Gundling/C. Stewart (July 2013) Old Dog Walker lived out on Plum Creek Him and a man was sharing the backwoods The man moved away but Walker remained Roaming the land his life stayed the same Neighbors stepped in to fill up his bowls He refused to stay with anyone too long He'd never known care from a masters hand His gritty coat was loaded down with sand CHORUS WALKER was tough It was clear to all He didn't need much Old Dog Walker Plum Creek was sold to a man named Joe Who enjoyed the long weekend getaways Calming the growl stuck in WALKERS throat Joe took a comb to his tangled coat BRIDGE Six months passed by And every weekend WALKER was by Joe's side Through the touch of Joe's tender hand WALKER learned more about man REPEAT CHORUS... One day Joe heard THAT WALKER was dead Went to Plum Creek and found him alive Followed him down to the wooden pier Walker jumped in...then disappeared Joe carried old WALKER up Buried him with his tender touch
