Old Blue

Had an old dog, and his name was Blue Bettin' your life he's a rounder, too Blue, ol' Blue Every night just about good dark Ol' Blue went out and began to bark Blue, ol' Blue Everything was just in a rush Ol' Blue treed a possum up the white oak bush Blue, ol' Blue Chased him out on the end of a limb Ol' Blue sat down, and he talked to him Blue, ol' Blue Blue got sick, sick and very sick Called for the doctor to come right quick Blue, ol' Blue Doctor come, and he come in a run He says, "Ol' Blue, your huntin's done" Blue, ol' Blue Ol' Blue died, and he died mighty hard He dug little holes all around the yard Blue, ol' Blue When I get to heaven I know what I'll do I'll take my horn, and I'll blow for Blue Blue, ol' Blue Blue, ol' Blue