Well, he’s chompin’ at the bit at 5 a.m.
Oh, and he’s scratching at the door, trying to get in
Yeah, it’s instant coffee in a Styrofoam cup
And we’re sitting in the field while the sun comes up
Oh, I got my granddaddy’s shotgun, an ol’ .410
He’s gettin’ a in the wind
and an ol’ log
a livin’ ol’ bird dog
Well, picked me last from a litter of ten
Who’d a a would a dog’s best friend?
And I the birds back, he’ll scratch my ear
And I could, I’d out here
Oh, I got my granddaddy’s shotgun, an ol’ .410
He’s gettin’ a in the wind
and an ol’ log
a livin’ ol’ bird dog
Well, he’s barking and and it won’t long
Till the start and he’s takin’ off
Yeah, we’ll out here till calls us in
the morning we’ll do it all over again
I got my granddaddy’s shotgun, a Browning .410
He’s gettin’ a in the wind
and an ol’ log
a livin’ ol’ bird dog
a livin’ ol’ bird dog
