Old Shep sing and play along

When I was a lad and old Shep was a pup,

o'er hills and was meadows we'd roam.

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 hole when he I would have drowned beyond doubt.

I Shep was right there to the rescue he came.

He I jumped in and helped pull me out.

So the years rolled along, and at last he grew old his eyesight was fast growing dim.

Then one day the best 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 he aimed it at Shep's faithful head.

He just couldn't do it I wanted to run.

And I wished that they'd shoot me instead.

I the stand.

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.