MY OLD DOG
(Leslie Sarony)

as recorded by
Lew Stone & his Band
(vocal - Nat Gonella)
1935


He would never grumble if I came home late,
He'd just fuss around me, all agog.
In his way he'd kinda say "Hello there, mate!",
My old dog.

I remember him when he was just a pup,
By my side the little chap would jog.
Proud as any peacock with his tail stuck up,
My old dog.

No fair weather friend,
On him I could depend,
He'd a look I'd often seen in kiddie's eyes.
No pedigree to show,
But roses seemed to grow
In the corner of the garden where he lies!

Whom I was or what I was, he didn't care,
When the end is written in the log,
If I go to heaven he'll be waiting there,
My old dog!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - September 2019)