Old Shep - Montana Slim
Written by：Foley/Clyde J./Willis/Arthur
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 swimmin' hold
When I would have drowned beyond doubt
Shep was right there to the rescue he came
He jumped in and helped pulled me out
Now the years they rolled by and at last he grew old
His eyes were fast growing dim
And one day the doctor looked at me and said
I can do no more for him Jim
With hands that were trembling I picked up my gun
And aimed it at shep's faithful head
I just couldn't do it I wanted to run
I wish they would shoot me instead
I went to his side and 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 goin' to go
For he reached out and licked at my hand
He looked up at me just as much as to say
We're partin' but you understand
Now old shep he has 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
