Gregory Alan Isakov

Master & A Hound

Where were you when I was still kind?

Just a water-treader waiting on the line

Just a dry gin drinker, master and a hound

Turned a circus-swinger, look, he's coming down

Down

Can you shake it up

Just once for me

Your little globe

Just so we can see

The snow blowing 'round your hands

And the wing-nut turned

The song that we both know

Sent us flying 'round the carnival

You can throw all your lucky coins on me

On me