C          F   
Some S.O.B. shot my dog 
C                  F 
I found her under a tree 
C                          F 
If I hadn't loved that dog so much 
C                G          C 
It wouldn't mean nothin' to me 
 
But you son of a bitch I'll tell you what 
I will not be deterred  
I'll find you out and track you down 
On that you have my word  
 
F                C 
Queenie's gettin' buried 
F                   C 
It's time to dig the hole 
Am*               F  
New years day in Santa Fe  
C            G          C 
Broke mean and it broke cold  
 
 
I don't predict the world will end 
And I don't presume it won't 
And I don't pretend to give a damn 
If it do or if it don't 
 
 
Now I bet you got a gun for christmas 
But that don't make it right 
Now what in the hell where you thinking 
With little Queenie in your sights? 
 
Chorus 
 
Now brother death and father time  
Are almost loaded up 
And they are headed for the borderline 
In a stolen pick-up truck 
 
For old acquaintance not forgot 
For old dogs left behind 
I wont' forgive and I can't forget 
The year of '99  
 
C        G         C 
Screamin' Auld Lang Syne  
 
Chorus 
 
 
* -- this could also just be the C chord, I'm not totally positive!