I used to have a dog his name was George
He was so tough, I don’t think he was born
From his Mother he was torn
One day I was being indiscreet
I was running in the street
George was beside me running along
He was always there, he seemed to think this is where I belong
All of a sudden a big boxer tried to attack
But I wasn’t worried George would drive him back
He grabbed that boxer by the throat
When old George got done there was blood all over George’s coat
He put that boxer on the ground
The last time I saw that boxer he was east bound

George was tall and trim
There wasn’t mean bone in him
George did belong in our family
Every once in a while he would chase a cat up a tree
When my son would exercise a horse
George would bite at it’s heels, and send horse and rider off course
Actually George wasn’t much good
But I treated him The best I could
Old George is gone now
Do you think I miss him? And how

On cold winter nights I could hear
The coyote’s fight Old George was right there
For him and a coyote were a pair, him and his mate
had some pups, they didn’t hesitate
I could tell he loved his family
After a while Old George left me.

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