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 to yell out rudely

Absolutely not

'Cause I’m a sled dog

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

Sled dog

I’m your sled dog