My Old Dog

My Old Dog

My old dog he's so blue,
Stink up the house before he's through.

He can't run, can barely walk,
But he raises his head and tries to talk.

No bad heart to put him down.
My old woman wants him around.

He's my Pablo, got the blues.
Pablo Blue, my old dog Blue.

Used to go down to Oyster Bay.
Digging them mussels all damn day.

Pablo loved the smells and sounds.
Walking fast, nose a ground.

Never trouble always kind,
Changed my heart and changed my mind.

Learned more from him than he from me.
Didn't care, dog love is free.

Now the old boy sleeps all day,
Up six times to eat and pee.

The better times are in his dreams,
Climbing them hills and wading them streams.

My old dog he's so blue
Looks up, what am I s'posed to do?

Love him up and keep him fed,
Wash the shit stains off his bed.

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