Old Towzer Songtext
von Grandpa Jones

I had a dog name Towzer
Old Towzer was his name
He′d run all over the fields and woods a-scarin' up the game
Now the raccoon told the possum
And the possum told the hare
′Here comes Old Towzer, boys! Scatter everywhere!'

Good Old Towzer
Old age took him away
When the wind blows right
And the holler is nice
You can still hear Towzer bay


He chased the raccoon up the tree
And the possum through the fence
But the rabbit run all over the field
'Cause he ain′t got no sense
Old Towzer was a mixed-up dog
His eyes was big and round
The front of him was Airedale
And the back of him was Hound

Good Old Towzer
Old age took him away
When the wind blows right
And the holler is nice
You can still hear Towzer bay

Old Towzer′s legs was bent and bowed
His ears were right and wrong
His coat was like a maltese rug
His tail was four feet long
Old Towzer caught a possum
And the possum began to beg
But Towzer didn't know possum talk
Kept chewin′ on his leg


Good Old Towzer
Old age took him away
When the wind blows right
And the holler is nice
You can still hear Towzer bay
(Yes, Yes!)