Lyrics

There's a lonely country graveyard
a stone and a willow tree
a weeping widow and a preacher
a hearse and a coffin and me
a grave that's dug beside a creek not far from a fallen log
he was a good old mate i'll miss him
but he shouldn't have kicked me dog

We played together as children
we sat together at school
mates forever through thick and thin
we stuck to the golden rule
we shared the footy and girlfriends
the laughs the pub and the grog
he was a good old mate i'll miss him
but he shouldn't have kicked me dog

I remember our days with cattle
out on the black soil plain
off to town in the station ute
chasing the girls again
and laughing our damn fool heads off
as we dug her out of the bog
he was a good old mate i'll miss him
but he shouldn't have kicked me dog

But it all works out in the long run
every dog has his day
me and old rover were out in the truck
with fifteen tons of hay
we caught him out the front of the pub
as i slipped her back a cog
he was a good old mate i'll miss him
but he shouldn't have kicked me dog