C5          F5   
Some S.O.B. shot my dog 
C5                  F5 
I found her under a tree 
C5                          F5 
If I hadn't loved that dog so much 
C5                G5          C5 
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  
 

F5                C5 
Queenie's gettin' buried 
F5                   C5 
It's time to dig the hole 
Am*               F5  
New years day in Santa Fe  
C5            G5          C5 
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  
C5        G5         C5 
Screamin' Auld Lang Syne  
 
Chorus 
 
 
* -- this could also just be the C chord, I'm not totally positive!