Boy and a Bird Dog

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' on a scent with his nose in the wind

Bologna and bread on an old pine log

Just a boy livin' large with his ol' bird dog

Well, he picked me last from a litter of ten

Who'd have thought a boy would be a dog's best friend?

And if I bring the birds back, he'll scratch my ear

And if I could, I'd spend every day out here

Oh, I got my granddaddy's shotgun, an ol' .410

He's gettin' on a scent with his nose in the wind

Bologna and bread on an old pine log

Just a boy livin' large with his ol' bird dog

Well, he's barking and a-wagging, and it won't be long

Till the feathers start flying, and he's takin' off

Yeah, we'll be out here till Mama calls us in

And in the morning, 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 old pine log

Just a boy livin' large with his ol' bird dog

He's just a boy livin' large with his ol' bird dog