Old Shep

Old Shep - Red Foley/Henry Whitter/Clayton McMichen

Written by：Clyde J. Foley/Arthur Willis

When I was a lad

And old Shep was a pup

Over hills and meadows we'd stray

Just a boy and his dog

We were both full of fun

We grew up together that way

I remember the time at the old swimming hold

When I would have drowned beyond doubt

Shep was right there

To the rescue he came

He jumped in and helped pull me out

So the years sped along and at last he grew old

His eyesight was fast growing dim

Then one day the doctor looked at me and said

I can't do no more for him Jim

With a hand that was trembling

I picked up my gun

I aimed it at Shep's faithful head

I just couldn't do it

I wanted to run

And I wished that they'd shoot me instead

I went to his side and I sat on the ground

He laid his head on my knee

I stroked the best pal that a man ever found

I cried so I scarcely could see

Old Sheppie he knew he was going to go

For he reached out and licked at my hand

He looked up at me

Just as much as to say

We're parting but you understand

Now old Shep is gone where the good doggies go

And no more with old Shep will I roam

But if dogs have a heaven

There's one thing I know

Old Shep has a wonderful home