Lyrics
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
Written by: Ben Chapman, Colby Acuff, Meg McRee
