Cifra de Fred - Ray Stevens
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[Verse 1]
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Well, Fred was a dog I used to own. He used to answer the telephone, and every now and
then he'd take the
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truck into town for groceries. Yeah, Fred and I got along real well. At the checker
board old Fred was hell
and he never minded takin turns at doin' the dishes. Now when Fred was just about three
years old he started
actin' kind of bold and he's chasin' after that Beagle down across the highway. Well
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he's down there every day
and night I said Fred, ya know ya gonna have to fight he said well, I've already whipped
everything 'tween
here
and the railroad.
[Chorus]
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Fred, you are a good dog, but the women gotch you runnin' wild and crazy as a Loon.
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Fred, you are a good dog
but ya chasin' cars, hangin' out at bars and howlin' at the moon.
[Verse 2]
Well now one night ol' Fred came a stragglin' in, he's lookin' bad but he was sportin' a
grin, he said paw,
I just
took a wife and I want ya ta meet 'er. Well, now she didn't have very much to say, it
was plain
to see she was in a
family way. And she said Fred, ya better whip on back and get my suitcase. Well Fred
never made
it to the other
side cause right in the middle of the road he died, flattened by a trucker hauling dog
food. Now ol Fred's
gone
and she's a livin' here just a yackin' at her kids and drinkin' my beer, and she won't
drive the truck
nor do the
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dishes.
[Chorus]
Fred, you were a good dog, but ya never knew when to chase 'em or when to turn around
and run.
Ya Fred, you were a good dog, but now yer flat out on the freeway and dryin' in the sun.
[Bridge]
Ya know ol' Fred's gone and I'm kind of glad cause if he was here now, he'd sure be mad
cause ain't one of
them pups looks anything like him.
[Chorus]
Ya Fred, you were a good dog, but ya never knew when to chase 'em or when to turn around
and run.
Oh Fred, you were a good dog, but now yer flat out on the freeway and dryin' in the sun.
Flat out on the freeway and dryin' in the sun.