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Some S.O.B. shot my dog I found her under a tree If I hadn't loved that dog so much It wouldn't mean nothin' to me You son of a bitch I'll tell you what I will not be deterred I'll find you out and track you down On that you have my word [Chorus] Queenies getting buried It's time to dig the hole New Year's Day in Santa Fe Broke mean and it broke cold I don't predict the world will end I don't presume it won't I don't pretend to give a damn It it do or if it don't Bet you got a gun for Christmas That don't make it right What in the hell were you thinkin' With little Queenie in your sights [Chorus] Brother Death and Father Time Are almost loaded up Headed for the border line In a stolen pick-up truck For old aquaintance not forgot For old dogs left behind I won't forgive and I can't forget The year of '99 Screamin' Auld Lang Syne |