Sled Dog - The Choir
You don't have to whip my hide
I'd love to take you for a ride
I need affection drink and food
You don't have you yell out rudely absolutely not
'Cause I'm a sled dog
You don't tether me to the pole
Put something in my bowl
I'm a sled dog
I'm your sled dog
Ten or twelve degrees below I'm happy trudging through the snow
I'll enter any chariot race
You can see the pride on my face
I'll get us through the fog
I'm a sled dog
I'll take you for a ride
You don't have to whip my hide
Never tether me to the pole; I'm a free flying soul
I'm a sled dog
I'm your sled dog
I'm your sled dog
