Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in a yesterday's city?

Just to sit and listen to a tune at the Red Dog Saloon without a modern day worry?

To wake up each morning to clean fresh air and pine trees as far as you can see?

No traffic, no cars, no airplane noise, just the sound of a Whippoorwill calling from somewhere out there.

Have you ever pondered on what it must have been like to draw your own water from the well?

No electric, no gas, no telephones, and only flour and seeds for sale.

What it must have been like, to grow your own crops and kill your own game.
Or to build your own cabin, or stake your own claim.

For just a while, let me go back, let me ponder there for a time. Let me listen to a tune at the Red Dog Saloon, oh, dear Lord let that moment be mine! (c) M.DeSheah

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in a yesterday's city?

Just to sit and listen to a tune at the Red Dog Saloon without a modern day worry?

To wake up each morning to clean fresh air and pine trees as far as you can see?

No traffic, no cars, no airplane noise, just the sound of a Whippoorwill calling from somewhere out there.

Have you ever pondered on what it must have been like to draw your own water from the well?

No electric, no gas, no telephones, and only flour and seeds for sale.

What it must have been like, to grow your own crops and kill your own game.
Or to build your own cabin, or stake your own claim.

For just a while, let me go back, let me ponder there for a time. Let me listen to a tune at the Red Dog Saloon, oh, dear Lord let that moment be mine! (c) M.DeSheah