Old Sad Eyes

Performed by Kate Smith
Recorded May 20, 1942
Written by Fain, Kahal

This is a story of man's best friend
Of a dog whose loyalty knows no end
Old Sad Eyes, just a hound of three
Doesn't seem to understand about democracy
Mopin' 'round the kitchen all day long and askin' me
What's become of John?
Old Sad Eyes, waitin' by the door
Doesn't seem to understand our country is at war
Snoopin' 'round the old garage and up at Perkins' store
Wonderin' where his buddy's gone
He's pokin' 'round this, and he's pokin' 'round that
Your old catcher's mitt and your baseball bat
Your old fishin' rod, and your old tattered hat
Showin' less ambition than the neighbor's lazy cat
Old Sad Eyes, he ain't much company
Monday when your letter came
You would have laughed to see
A pair of sentimental fools as lonesome as can be
Old Sad Eyes and me

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