Answer:
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
I'm not a bird but I can fly through the sky. I'm not a river but I'm full of water.
I drive men mad for love of me, easily beaten, never free. What am I?
I go up when the rain comes down. What am I?
Lives in winter, dies in summer, and grows with its roots upward. What is it?
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton