Oh, Collie Lyrics

Back in about the early 60s, I lived out in an acreage near a small town that contained the only grocery store for miles

I was a small child, maybe 11, when my dad came home from a work trip with a small white border collie puppy with black spots

He told me she was mine so I named her Collie

Throughout the years, Collie and I grew up together

I would come home on my bad days upset, wanting to break things

She would come and lick my face until I was calm

I remember seeing the first gray hairs grow on that pup's face

Not only that, but it was a farm dog

She was plenty roughed up

Her bones started hurting, so she got bad at herding and running

She lived in the barn, nursing her bones, living her happiest life

I would visit her once or twice a day

Then Collie stopped getting out of her bed, she would just lay there

happy as can be

until I held her as she took her last breath

The dog that had been by my side every day since I was a child

died just like I met her, in my arms

I love that dog, Collie

I hope she knew that

Oh, Collie

Remember how we use to run