Letras
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