Ol' Spud

I'll be ridin' the trail alone these days, The years have caught up with my bud, No more will he be trottin' by our side-- That brown mutt I called Ol' Spud. Red Roan, my hoss, will miss 'em I guess, She keeps lookin' down at the ground-- It'll take us both a while I'll bet To realize he's still not around. Ol' Spud was a bird dog in his day-- He was ever since a pup, But he lost his job of pointin' 'em out When he et all the profits up. I buried him deep on the land he loved, Jest a soul that's lost to old age-- But he'll always trot right by our side Along the whisperin' sienna sage.