The Singing Scoutmaster: Old Shep

CWhen I was a A7lad and old D7Shep was a pup

O'er G7hills and meadows we'd Cstrayed

Just a boy and his A7dog we were D7both full of fun

We G7grew up together that Cway

I Fremember the time at the Cold swimming hole

When I would have D7drowned beyond G7doubt

CShep was right A7there to the D7rescue he came

He G7jumped in and helped pull me Cout

So the years sped aA7long and at D7last he grew old

His G7eye sight was fast growing Cdim

Then one day the A7doctor looked D7at me and said

I G7can't do no more for him CJim

With a Fhand that was trembling I Cpicked up my gun

I aimed it at D7Shep's faithful G7head

I Cjust couldn't A7do it I D7wanted to run

And I G7wished they'd shoot me Cinstead

I went to his A7side and I D7sat on the ground

He G7laid his head on my Cknees

I stroke the best A7pal that a D7man ever found

I G7cried so I scarcely could Csee

Old FSheppie he knew he was Cgoing to go

For he reached out and D7nipped at my G7hand

He Clooked up at A7me just as D7much as to say

We're G7parting but you'll underCstand

Now Cold Shep is gA7one where the G7good doggies Cgo

And no Ammore with old D7Shep will I G7roam

But if Cdogs have a A7heaven there's D7one thing I know

Old G7Shep has a wonderful Chome