Esmeralda, btw, is happy to be Miss Young Yellow.
Well, I had an old dog and his name was Yellow,
Had an old dog and his name was Yellow.
Had an old dog and his name was Yellow...
Betcha five dollars he's a real fine fellow...
"Here old Yellow,
Let’s get mellow."
Well, I shouldered my axe and I tooted my horn,
Went to find 'possum in the new-grown corn.
Old Yellow treed and I went to see,
Yellow had 'possum up a tall oak tree.
Mr. Possum joined us, he was nice and brown,
We had some sweet po-ta-toes, all a-round...
And to say "Come on here, old Yellow,
You can have some too, good fellow."
Now, Old Yellow died and he died so hard,
Made a big dent in my back-yard.
Dug his grave with a silver spade,
Lowered him down with a link of chain.
Ev-er-y link I did call his name...
Singing "Here…old...Yellow...
"Good dog and real fine fellow."
Now, when I get to heaven, when I first say ‘hello,’
When I get to heaven, once I first say ‘hello,’
When I get to heaven, once I first say ‘hello,’
Pull out my horn and start to bellow...
I'll say, “Come-on dog, come here Old Yellow"
‘Cause he’s a real fine fellow.
Esmeralda says the bracelet is not her size, but it's right here.
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