Sung by Mrs. Mary Faultz Fayetteville, Ark.
June 12, 1960 Reel 373 Item 7
Collected by Jim Bob Wheeler For M.C. Parler
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Well, I had a dog and his name was Blue,
And I'm gonna tell you what Blue could do.
Old Blue, Old Blue, Old Blue, Old Blue.
Well, Old Blue he was a mastiff dog,
He'd tree those possums up a white oak log.
Well one day old Blue got sick,
And I sent for the doctor to come quick.
Well, the doctor come and he come in a run,
And he said old Blue, your hunting 's done.
ChorusOld Blue continued
When old Blue died, he died so hard,
He dug little holes all over the yard.
Well, I dug Blue's grave with a silver spade, And I let him down with a golden chain.
And I dug Blue's grave in a shady place,
And I covered his grave with a possum face.
Well, when I get to heaven, I'll grab my horn, And I'll blow for Blue and here he will come.
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