Old Bleau

When my woman finds another man,

And my whiskey's runnin' dry;

When every train is runnin' late,

And my mamma starts to cry;

Is when I take my old hound dog,

And my trusty rifle too;

And spend the day out huntin' squirrel,

With a friend I call Old Blue.

He's two feet tall and hates his leash

But he loves to ride with me

In my fav'rite old red pickup truck

With his head out in the breeze.

We roll along the country roads,

With Waylon and the boys

Lookin' for some peace of mind

Among life's simple joys.

Old Blue, Old Blue;

My world's a better place with you.

When all my dreams come crashing down,

And my love life's outta luck;

You always greet me at the door,

Of my faithful pickup truck.

You're happy just to ride around

With your tongue out in the wind,

Or warm yourself by the fireplace

While I sing my songs again

Old Blue, Old Blue;

My world's a better place with you.

If the squirrels are stayin' home that day,

It don't bother us a lick;

We just grab our fav'rite fishin' pole,

And head down to the crick.

With our crawdad trap and our minnow net,

And our tackle box full of lures.

We sun ourselves on our fav'rite rock,

And cast into the swirls.

Old Blue, Old Blue;

My world's a better place with you.

Yes It Is

When all my dreams come crashing down,

And my love life's outta luck;

You always greet me at the door,

Of my faithful pickup truck.

You're happy just to ride around

With your tongue out in the wind,

Or warm yourself by the fireplace

While I sing my songs again

Old Blue, Old Blue;

My world's a better place with yoo--oo-oo-oo-u.

If the bass are bitin' hard, we'll stay,

But if we're outta luck,

We'll let the extra minnows go,

And head back to the truck.

Next stop is the shootin' range,

Where we always hit our mark;

And nothins' louder than the guns that day,

But Old Blue's joyous bark.

Old Blue, Old Blue;

My world's a better place with you.

When all my dreams come crashing down,

And my love life's outta luck;

You always greet me at the door,

Of my faithful pickup truck.

You're happy just to ride around

With your tongue out in the wind,

Or warm yourself by the fireplace

While I sing my songs again

Old Blue, Old Blue;

My world's a better place with yoo--oo-oo-oo-u.

Old Blue, Old Blue;

My world's a better place with yoo--oo-oo-oo-u.

I Love You Bleau