C F
Some S.O.B. shot my dog
C F
I found her under a tree
C F
If I hadn't loved that dog so much
C G C
It wouldn't mean nothin' to me
But 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
F C
Queenie's gettin' buried
F C
It's time to dig the hole
Am* F
New years day in Santa Fe
C G C
Broke mean and it broke cold
I don't predict the world will end
And I don't presume it won't
And I don't pretend to give a damn
If it do or if it don't
Now I bet you got a gun for christmas
But that don't make it right
Now what in the hell where you thinking
With little Queenie in your sights?
Chorus
Now brother death and father time
Are almost loaded up
And they are headed for the borderline
In a stolen pick-up truck
For old acquaintance not forgot
For old dogs left behind
I wont' forgive and I can't forget
The year of '99
C G C
Screamin' Auld Lang Syne
Chorus
* -- this could also just be the C chord, I'm not totally positive!