Old Blue

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