Queenie's Song (Clark Guy)

Some S.O.B. shot my dog I found her under a tree If I hadn't loved that dog so much It wouldn't mean nothin' to me You son-of-a-bitch I'll tell you what, I will not be deterred I'll find you out and track you down On that you got my word Queenie's getting buried It's time to dig the hole New years day in Santa Fe Broke mean and it broke cold I don't predict the world will end And I don't presume it won't And I don't pretend to give a damn If it do or if it don't And I bet you got a gun for Christmas That don't make it right What in the hell were you thinkin' With little Queenie in your sights Queenie's getting buried It's time to dig the hole New years day in Santa Fe Broke mean and it broke cold Now brother death and father time Are almost loaded up And they're headed for the border line In a stolen pick-up truck For old acquaintance not forgot For old dogs left behind I won't forgive and I can't forget The year of '99 Screamin' Auld Lang Syne Queenie's getting buried It's time to dig the hole New years day in Santa Fe Broke mean and it broke cold