Red Dog

“Red Dog” – Words and Music Terry & Jenny Bennetts copyright © 2005

There’s a statue that stands beside the roadway
This town had cast in bronze
In memory of the legend that was Red Dog
And of a time to which he belonged.
It was a time to the north when the Pilbara came alive
Iron ore was mined and shipped from these parts
It was a time when the people of this dry, dusty land
Took a young dog into their hearts.

Red Dog your spirit, no one man could tether
Dirt highways and roads you called home.
Red Dog your memory will live on forever
Even though no more will you roam.

A kelpie crossed with Australian Cattle Dog
Born the year of ‘seventy one
But he soon left his home and took to the road
His wandering days had begun.

Red hitched a ride on the work bus every day
Behind the driver, that seat was his own.
But the day he was told he could ride here no more
All the workmen downed tools to head home.

Red Dog your spirit, no one man could tether
Dirt highways and roads you called home.
Red Dog your memory will live on forever
Even though no more will you roam.

He travelled on ore trains, he travelled on rigs
He travelled the north far and wide
But he always ended up back in Dampier with his mates,
For a feed and a bed for the night.

As the years went by he started slowing down
Battle scars and bullet wounds took their toll
And the grey around his muzzle would give it away
Red Dog was just getting old.

Who fed him a bait no one will ever know
He should hang his head in shame.
For the day Red Dog died and took his last ride
This town was never the same.

Red Dog your spirit, no one man could tether
Dirt highways and roads you called home.
Red Dog your memory will live on forever
Even though no more will you roam.

Red Dog your spirit, no one man could tether
Dirt highways and roads you called home.
Red Dog your memory will live on forever
Even though no more will you roam
Even though no more will you roam.

 

Red Dog

Copyright © Terry and Jenny