Letras
Boots in the mud dog at my side
Morning sun low wide-open skies
Cattle calls echo we're in our stride
This little good boy pride of my life
Storm in his step fire in his chase
Eyes like the river cuttin' through this place
Loyal as the day won't leave his space
My blue-eyed partner a dog with grace
Nights on the porch howl to the moon
Whistle in the dark he comes real soon
Old truck rattles up fetch starts the tune
The bond we share like May and June
Through the dirt the sweat through the wind and rain
Never leaves my side steadies my aim
In the fields or the fire never needs no chain
My cattle dog my heart my runaway train
Years roll past can't slow the pace
Still see that hunger on your noble face
Wisdom in your ways we both leave a trace
Two old souls in this wild rat race