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
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