(Slow, mournful guitar riff in E minor kicks in) (Verse 1) Woke up this mornin’, My dog's gone, left me with a lonesome tune, Echoes in the hallway, shadows in the room. (Verse 2) Tried to drown my troubles, Waiter says, “Son, you look real bad,” I just nod—yeah, he knows, my dog was all I ever had. (Harmonica solo – wailing and soulful) (Verse 3) Heard a preacher on the radio talkin’ ‘bout grace to an old blues refrain, Hopin’ one day, the wind might carry off the pain. (steel-guitar solo – wailing and soulful) (Verse 4) I’ll keep on pickin’, let these six strings moan, ‘Cause the blues is all I got since my best frined's gone. ((music fades out)Guitar fades out slowly with a final, lingering bend)