[Verso 1]
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 nothing 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 got my word
[Coro]
Queenie's getting buried
It's time to dig the hole
New years day in Santa Fe
Broke mean and it broke cold
[Verso 2]
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
And I bet you got a gun for Christmas
That don't make it right
What in the hell were you thinking
With little Queenie in your sights
[Coro]
[Verso 3]
Now brother death and father time
Are almost loaded up
And they're headed for the border line
In a stolen pick-up truck
For old acquaintance not forgot
For old dogs left behind
I won't forgive and I can't forget
The year of '99
Screaming Auld Lang Syne
