When I
was a lad and old
Shep was a pup
O 'er hills and meadows we'd roam
Just a boy and his dog,
we were both full of fun
We grew up together that way
I re member the time at the
old swimming hole
When I would have drowned beyond doubt
But old
Shep was right there,
to the rescue he came
He 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 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 and I aimed it at
Shep's faithful head.
But I just couldn't do it,
I wanted to run
And I wished they would shoot me instead
I went to his side and
I sat on the ground
Laid his head on my knee
I stroked the best pal that a man ever had,
and I cried so I scarcely could see.
My old chef, he knew he was going to go,
for he reached out and licked at my hand.
And he looked up at me,
as much as to say,
We're partying, 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,
Oh,
Shep has a wonderful home.