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.
