Tuesday, March 8, 2011
I had an old dog and his name was Blue
Betcha five dollah he’s a good dog, too
Go on, Blue, you good dog you.
Old Blue died and he died so hard
He shook the ground in my back yard
Dug his grave with a silver spade
Lowered him down with a golden chain
And every link I called his name
I said "go on Blue, you good dog you"
I’m gonna tell you so you’ll know:
Old Blue’s gone where the good dogs go.
If I get to Heaven, one thing I’ll do
Is pick up my rifle and holler for Blue
Go on, Blue, you good dog you!
Coyotes waitin’ for me and you.
Go on, Blue—I’m comin’, too!
In Loving Memory of
Scipio Africanus Womack
Spring 1997-March 7,2011
Well done, Good and Faithful Servant.