Gus

When I was a lad and Gus was a pup
Over hills and meadows we'd stray.
Just a boy and his dog, we were both full of fun,
We grew up together that way.


I remember the time by the old swimming hole
When I would've drowned beyond doubt.
But Gus was right there, to the rescue she came,
She jumped in and helped pull me out.



Well, the years passed and rolled and Gus,
 she grew old,
Her eyes they were fast growing dim.
Then one day the doctor looked at me and said,
I can't do no more for her, Bob.

With hands that were tremblin', I picked up my gun,
I aimed it at Gus's faithful head.
But I just couldn't do it, I wanted to run,
I wished they would shoot me instead.



Well, she crawled to my side and she looked up at me,
She laid her old head on my knee.
I'd lost the best friend that a man ever had,
I cried so I scarcely could see.


Well, Gus, she is gone where the good doggies go,
No more with Gus will I roam.
But if dogs have a heaven, well there's one thing I know,
Gus has a wonderful home.