(Clyde ¡®Red¡¯ Foley, Willis Arthur)
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When I was a lad and old Shep was a pup
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Over hills and meadows we¡¯d stray.
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Just a boy and his dog, we were both full of fun,
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We grew up together that way.
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I remember the time by the old swimming hole
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When I would¡¯ve drowned beyond doubt.
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But old Shep was right there, to the rescue he came,
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He jumped in and helped pull me out.
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Well, the years passed and rolled and old Shep, he grew old,
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His eyes they were fast growing dim.
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Then one day the doctor looked at me and said,
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¡°I can¡¯t do no more for him, Jim.¡±
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With hands that were tremblin¡¯, I picked up my gun,
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I aimed it at Shep¡¯s faithful head.
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But I just couldn¡¯t do it, I wanted to run,
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I wished they would shoot me instead.
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Well, he crawled to my side and he looked up at me,
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He laid his old head on my knee.
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I¡¯d lost the best friend that a boy ever had,
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I cried so I scarcely could see.
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Well, old Shep he is gone where the good doggies go,
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No more with old Shep will I roam.
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But if dogs have a Heaven, well there¡¯s one thing I know,
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Old Shep has a wonderful home.
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Old Shep
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Kinky Friedman |