Classic Poem

I'm going back where I come f'm
I'm going back where I come f'm
I'm going back to Giles County
My wife died and left me a bounty
We done pretty good, ganged around
That's the reason I'm going to Giles County
Had an old dog his name was Blue
You know Blue was mighty true
You know Blue was a good old dog
Blue treed a possum in a hollow log
You can know from that he's a good old dog
Blue treed a possum out on a limb
Blue looked at me and I looked at him
Grabbed that possum, put him in a sack
Do for me and Blue till I get back
Here Ring!
Here Ring, here!
Here Ring!
Here Ring, here!
Who been here since I been gone?
Little bitty girl with the red dress on.
Who been here since I been gone?
Little bitty girl with the red dress on.
Old Blue's feets was big and round
Old Blue's feets was big and round
Never 'lowed a possum to touch the ground
Me and Blue went out on a hunt
Blue treed a possum in a hollow stump
You know old Blue was a good old dog
Blue treed a possum in a hollow log
You can know from that he's a good old dog
But old Blue died and I dug his grave
I dug his grave with a silver spade
I let him down with a golden chain
And every link I called his name
Go on Blue, you good dog you
Go on Blue, you good dog you
Blue laid down and died like a man
Blue laid down and died like a man
And now he's treeing possums in the Promised Land
I'm gonna tell you just to let you know
Old Blue's gone where the good dogs go
When I hear old Blue bark
When I hear old Blue bark
Blue treed a possum in Noah's ark
Blue treed a possum in Noah's ark