Boy and a Bird Dog

Well, he's chompin' at the bit at 5 a.m Oh, and he's scratchin' at the door trying to get in Yeah, it's instant coffee in a styrofoam cup And we're sittin' in the field while the sun comes up Oh, I got my Granddaddy's shotgun, an ole .410 He's gettin' on a scent with his nose in the wind Bologna and bread on an ole pine log Just a boy livin' large with his ole bird dog Well, he picked me last from a litter of ten Who'd a thought a boy would be a dog's best friend And if I bring the bird back, he'll scratch my hand And if I could, I'd spend every day out here Oh, I got my Granddaddy's shotgun, an ole .410 He's gettin' on a scent with his nose in the wind Bologna and bread on an ole pine log Just a boy livin' large with his ole bird dog Well, he's barkin' and a waggin' and it won't be long 'Til the feathers start flyin' and he's takin' off Yeah, we'll be out here 'til mama calls us in In the morin' we'll do it all over again Oh, I got my Granddaddy's shotgun, a Browning .410 He's gettin' on a scent with his nose in the wind Bologna and bread on an ole pine log Just a boy livin' large with his ole bird dog It's just a boy livin' large with his ole bird dog