| Three years of Army Service done and I was headin' home at last
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| I got to thinking 'bout my dog and things long gone past
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| How old Tige pulled me from a creek when I had no pulse or breath
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| How he saved me from the changin' bull that gored my Dad to death
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| As a kid I’d dream of bears and tremble to my toes
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| Till old Tige come up to my bed and nudge me with his nose
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| Then my fears would melt away and Tige would go lie down
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| I’d drift on back to sleep without another sound
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| The big bus stopped and I got off it was awful dark and thick with fog
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| Then something gently nuzzled me and there stood Tige my dog
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| I wondered if my faithful dog had met the bus each day
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| And all the dreary winter nights since I’d been away
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| Have Tige meet me here like this I was I was really glad
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| 'Cause I hadn’t needed Tige so much since the day they’ve burried Dad
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| Too long miles still lay ahead but what I didn’t know
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| A giant Dam was being built where the old road used to go
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| I think the Lord was sending Tige and I followed where he led
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| Knowing well without his help that I’d be good as dead
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| Tige inched along this way and that going rough and slow
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| And I could hear the water a lappin' at the ledges far below
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| Then through the mist I saw a light and mother in her chair
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| And I reached down to pet old Tige but he wasn’t there
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| I’m thankful Mom you had old Tige these three lonely years
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| I owe my life to him tonight I couldn’t help my tears
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| You say you wrote me bout the Dam well God was sure with us
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| I didn’t get your letter Mom but old Tige met the bus
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| I hate to tell you son she said but now you’ve got to know
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| When you left it broke his heart Tige died three years ago
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| (You were my best friend.)… |