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Got a pickup truck with a dog box
Slammed full of hounds that don't know when to stop
A tough old male, Rambo's his name
He's quick on his feet and hell on game
Got a little gyp in the back of the pack
She ain't real fast, but she's true on a track
She's got the drive, and she's got the guts
And that's why she's gonna run with us
It's in the blood, in your veins, it can't be tamed
It's passed down through your family name
It's a pack of dogs comin' through the pines
Lights a fire in a young boy's eyes
It's the word of the hound, it sounds just right
It's dog tight
To find a good old dog is like strikin' gold
A one of a kind that can't be sold
The hunt in the hound is what it's all about
It ain't just Alabama singin' the song of the south
It's in the blood, in your veins, it can't be tamed
It's passed down through your family name
It's a pack of dogs comin' through the pines
Lights a fire in a young boy's eyes
It's the word of the hound, it sounds just right
It's dog tight
Tradition that dates back a long time
All across the world, it's a state of mind
If you don't like it, well, that's fine
Wish you'd see the look in his dog's eyes
It's in the blood, in his veins, he can't be tamed
He's waitin' at the gate on any given day
It's a pack of dogs comin' through the pines
Lights a fire in Rambo's eyes
It's the word of the hound, it sounds just right
It's dog tight