Ol’ Fiddles
words and music by Tim Noah © 1989

He was born a mutt
The runt of the litter
I never could quite
Turn my back on
That scrawny little critter
Oh, what a sorrowful sight

That pup looked up
Into my eyes
He knew I was his own
I told him “Git”
But wigglin’ and waggin’
He followed me home
He’s been underfoot
From that day on

CHORUS:
But he’s mine all mine
Rain or shine he’s mine
That dog gone dog
Ol’ Fiddles

With four left feet
Goin’ different directions
At the same time
He never has offered
Much protection
Just a pitiful whine

When trouble comes ‘round
I say “Sick ‘em!”
It’s such a disgrace
He tucks his tail
Betwixt his legs
And licks my face
A pick up truck
Is all he can chase

(REPEAT CHORUS)

He never caught a rabbit
And he never brought nothin’
Home from the hunt
Just a rump full o’ buckshot
And smellin’ o’ skunk

The night he went cavortin’
And consortin’ with the coyotes
I heard him wail
Just like the time
I drove the tractor over his tail
Did you ever in your life
See a dog go pale?

(REPEAT CHORUS)

He’s mine all mine
From his lopped off tail
To his pitiful whine
That dog gone dog
Ol’ Fiddles

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