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Shannon
A tale about the death of a pet dog

Another day is at hand
Mama says she’s tired again
No one can even begin to tell her

I hardly know what to say
Maybe it’s better that way
If Papa were here I’m sure he’d tell her

Shannon has gone I’ve heard
She’s drifting out to sea
She always loved to swim away

Maybe she’ll find an island
With a shady tree
Just like the one in our backyard

Momma tries hard to pretend
Things will get better again
Somehow she’s keeping it all inside her

Finally the tears fill our eyes
And I know somewhere tonight
She knows how much we really miss her

Shannon has gone I’ve heard
She’s drifting out to sea
She always loved to swim away

Maybe she’ll find an island
With a shady tree
Just like the one in our backyard

Just like the one in our backyard
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Lyrics submitted by John.