Old Dawg, And Me Poem by Bobby Mitchum

Sittin under a shade tree
just Me and My Old Dawg,
He's chewing on fleas
while I'm sittin on a log.

I'm meditatin on thangs
and how they used to be,
when we was younger
Old Dawg, and Me.

We could go down to the creek
but it's just too far away,
and Old Dawg couldent keep up
with me these days.

It's the rhuematiz you know
thats got Him down,
joints are all stiff and it hurts him
just to move around.

And I dont want to hurt His feelings
no more than he'd hurt mine,
cause Me and Old Dawg
we been together a long long time.

So we just sit here all day
under this old shade tree,
Me and my best friend
Old Dawg, and Me.