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
