I had an old dog named
General Lee, He use to sit around biting
and scratching a flea.
He didn't like to be on the end of no
chain, He liked to run free out in the
rain.
He'd chase them old rabbits up side the
hill, He'd chase and chase till he had
his fill.
He'd come in and lay at the end of my
bed, Wanting me to reach down and
scratch his head.
He'd fall asleep and sleep like a log,
Old General Lee was a good old dog.
When my grandson
was 4 years old this is a special song
we made up together one day at play!
