Barking Up The Wrong Tree

Now my old man had some pains in his chest,

But my old man always thought he knew best.

“Go to the doctor” we all used to say

Dad never went; he was set in his way.



Now Dad had a dog that was more like a bear;

You’d throw him a bone, but would rather a chair;

He could chew metal like two inches thick

Dust would remain if you threw him a brick.



Early one morning I heard my mum shout

Dad didn’t come home and must have stayed out.

She said to go check in the trailer outside

That was Dad’s office where he liked to hide.



I went to the trailer then stood there in shock

And just for a second I could hear the clock;

Ticking away as I looked to the floor

Dad was out cold as I froze by the door.



I had to think, get my mind back on track

It must be his heart as I tried to think back.

There was a problem I needed the phone

It was near Dad and he was not alone.



There with my Dad was the dog like a bear

Barking and growling with his evil snare.

One more step forward I’m sure he will bite

This is my Dads life I must stand and fight.



I took a step closer the dog bit my arm;

I had to do something he would cause me harm.

So I took a rope and I pulled on it tight

Held it round his neck as I said goodnight.



I got to the phone and the ambulance came

Life after this would not be the same.

A simple mistake is what I had made here

Dad was not dead, but had drunk, too, much beer.