My dog Sam was a good old dog;
he was my best friend
Now he’s gone and he won’t be back,
and I’ll never see him again
I’ll never see him again
My mom brought him from the pound when I was only three
She gave him baths, my dad gave him bones, but he mostly belonged to me
He mostly belonged to me.
Sam chased rabbits, Sam chased squirrels, one time he caught a skunk
We washed him in tomato juice, but you know that dog still stunk
You know that dog still stunk.
The first night that I slept outside I was so scared I thought I’d die
The sky was big and the night was dark, but Sam stayed right by my side
He slept right by my side.
The other night I woke from sleep, I knew something was wrong
I’d seen Sam in my dreams and I knew that old Sam was gone
I knew that old Sam was gone.
I’ve still got Sam’s tennis ball, I keep it in my penny can
I’m gonna get me another dog, but I’ll never get another Sam
I’ll never get another Sam
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