Cisco Houston - Best Of The Vanguard Years [compilation] (2002) by Cisco Houston (보컬) on maniadb.com

I had an old dog and his name was Blue
I had me a dog and his name was Blue
Well I had an old dog and his name was Blue
I'll betcha five dollars he's a good one too
Singing "Ya-ho Blue, you good dog you"

Well, Old Blue's feet was big and round
Old Blue's feet was big and round
Old Blue's feet was big and round
He never 'lowed a possum to touch the ground
Well he treed a possum in a hollow log
You could tell from that he was a good old dog
I said "Ya-ho Blue, you good dog you"

I'll take my axe and I'll take my horn
And get me a possum in the new-grown corn.
Well Old Blue barked and I went to see
And he had a possum up in a tree
Well the possum crawled out on the limb
Blue barked, the possum, possum growled at him
Singing "Ya-ho Blue, you good dog you"

Well Blue what makes your eyes so red
Blue what makes your eyes so red
Blue what makes your eyes so red
You run that possum till you're almost dead
Singing "Ya-ho Blue, you good dog you"

When old Blue died he died so hard
He shook the ground in my back yard
So I dug his grave with a silver spade
Land owered him down with a golden chain
And every link I did call his name
I said "Ya-ho Blue, you good dog you"

Now everytime I hear Blue bark
Everytime I hear Blue bark
Everytime I hear Blue bark
He's treeing possums in Noah's ark
Singing "Ya-ho Blue, you good dog you"

Well I will tell you so you'll know
I'm gonna tell you so you'll know
I'm gonna tell you so you'll know
That Old Blue's gone where the good dogs go
Singing "Ya-ho Blue, you good dog you"

C'mon Blue

John Hardy was a desperate little man,
He carried two guns every day.
He shot down a man on the West Virginia Line,
You oughta seen John Hardy gettin' away,
You oughta seen John Hardy gettin' away.

John Hardy stood in that old barroom
So drunk that he could not see.
And a man walked up and took him by the arm,
He said, "Johnny, come and go along with me,
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me."

John Hardy stood in his old jail cell,
The tears running down from his eyes.
He said, "I've been the death of many poor boy,
But my six-shooter never told a lie,
No, my six-shooters never told a lie."

The first one to visit John Hardy in his cell
Was a little girl dressed in blue.
She came down to that old jail cell;
She said, "Johnny, I've been true to you,
God knows, Johnny, I've been true to you."

The next one to visit John Hardy in his cell
Was a little girl dressed in red.
She came down to that old jail cell;
She said, "Johnny, I had rather see you dead,
Well, Johnny, I had rather see you dead."

"I've been to the east and I've been to the west,
I've traveled this wide world around;
I've been to that river and I've been baptized,
So take me to my burying ground,
So take me to my burying ground."

John Hardy was a desperate little man,
He carried two guns every day.
He shot down a man on the West Virginia Line,
You oughta seen John Hardy gettin' away,
You oughta seen John Hardy gettin' away.

Well thousands of folks back east, they say,
Are leaving home most every day;
And they're beating the hot, old, dusty way to the California line.
Across the desert sands they roll,
A-getting' out of that old Dust Bowl.
And they think they're going to a sugar bowl,
And here is what they find.
The police at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."

Chorus
If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi,
Well, you'd better go back to beatiful Texas,
Oklahoma, Georgia, Kansas, Tennessee.
California is a Garden of Eden,
It's a paradise to live in or see,
But, believe it or not, you won't find it so hot,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi.

Well, if you want to buy you a home or farm,
That deal nobody harm;
Or take your vacations by the mountains or the sea,
Don't swap your old cow for a car,
You'd better stay right where you are.
Well, you'd better take this little tip from me,
Because I look through the want ads every day,
And the headlines on the paper always say:

(Chorus)