Sittin' on the front porch swing after suppertime
When my old dog jumps up by my side
He wags his tail and says I'm your friend
He sticks out his paw just to shake again
When I look down and his eyes meet mine
What I see ain't no big surprise
Sinner or saint to him it don't matter
I am or I ain't and it's all right
I will or I won't I do or I don't
That's what I see in my old dog's eyes
His old whiskers are turning gray
He'll be a faithful friend till his dying day
When he hears my old truck pull up outside
He's there by the door with his faithful eyes
When I look down and his eyes meet mine
What I see ain't no big surprise
Sinner or saint to him it don't matter
I am or I ain't and it's all right
I will or I won't I do or I don't
That's what I see in my old dog's eyes
That's what I see in my old dog's eyes
