Check Out This Song: Me and You and a Dog Named Boo by Lobo


Song Title: Me and You and a Dog Named Boo

Artist: Lobo

Released: 1971

Genre: Pop, Oldies

Hit List Highlights: peaked at #5 on the Billboard Hot 100 (reached #4 in the UK; hit #1 in New Zealand)

If you have read my “About” section, then you probably saw my song reference to “Me and You and a Dog Named Boo.” You may also have scrunched your brows in confusion while wondering if it is possibly a kid’s song (since it has a rhyming scheme that closely resembles “1, 2, buckle your shoe.”)

Well, here is your chance to get better acquainted with this track.

(YouTube video of the song is further down, below the lyrics)

Reasons why this song is awesome-sauce:

  1. Let’s start with the obvious: it originates from the 70’s! 1971, to be exact. Which, in my humble opinion, is one of the best decades for music. (Along with those of the 60’s. Oldies music is where it’s at.)
  2. There is a dog in the title. Who doesn’t love dogs, or at least puppies? I’m thinking about naming my next dog Boo; specifically so that I can quote this song while road-tripping.
  3. The vagabond-feel of the song – a result of the lyrics, the consistent down beat rhythm, and the acoustic guitar used. If you can listen to this song and not feel the sudden urge to jump in your car and hit the roads (preferably with a 4-legged barking companion), then I would have to say grab a few Q-tips, clean your ears, and hit re-play because that is simply not possible.
Recommendation Diagnosis:

If you are in the mood for a song that brings out the vagabond in you and that has a laid-back beat, then add this to your Road Trip Playlist!


I remember to this day
The bright red Georgia clay
And how it stuck to the tires
After the summer rain
Will power made that old car go
A woman’s mind told me that so
Oh how I wish
We were back on the road again

Me and you and a dog named boo
Travelin’ and livin’ off the land
Me and you and a dog named boo
How I love being a free man

I can still recall
The wheat fields of St. Paul
And the morning we got caught
Robbing from an old hen
Old McDonald he made us work
But then he paid us for what it was worth
Another tank of gas
And back on the road again

I’ll never forget the day
We motored stately into big L.A.
The lights of the city put settlin’
Down in my brain
Though it’s only been a month or so
That old car’s buggin’ us to go
We’ve gotta get away and get back on
The road again


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