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I was sittin' out on the porch the other night
Reminiscing about the good ole days
And how my grandson Bobby and I would finish up chores
And mosey on into town.
Heck, we were poor back then
But we loved window shopping.
And I recall how excited Bobby'd get
'Specially when we stopped by the pet shop.
You see, there was this one little puppy
That he really took a hankerin' to
And he'd look up at me and say
"Grandpa... if that was my dog, I'd name him Stains,
Cuz of that splash of white on his coat."
Well, right then and there, I made a up my mind,
That I'd get that little critter for Bobby
So that following mornin', I cashed in a savings bond and brought the little mutt home.
Darnit, I couldn't tell you who was happiest that day,
Me, Bobby or that there dog.
Them two were inseparable ...
Why, you'da need a crowbar to separate those two.
And to this day, I can still hear the boy hollerin' after that dog...
Still hear him calling... calling out his name...
(Sung)
Come Stains! Come Stains!
I still can Hear him calling... Come Stains!
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TWO
You know, we don't like talkin' about it much
But it was that following winter
That little Bobby took ill.
And they don't allow dogs at the hospital
So back home you'd find Stains on Bobby's bed.
I'll never forget the day Doc called
And gave us the bad news about Bobby
Out of the corner of my eye
I saw Stains lift his sad little dogface from Bobby's pillow.
Somehow he knew that Bobby was gone
And I swear to the good lord
That Stains was hearing Bobby calling out to him one more time from heaven
He just sorta smiled, crossed his paws like he was prayin'
Put his head on the pillow... and passed away.
Come Stains! Come Stains!
I still can hear him calling, Come Stains!
Come Stains! Come Stains!
I still can hear him calling, Come Stains!
(Boy and dog united in Heaven) "Come Stains! Come Stains!...Stains!...Woof, woof..."