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[Verse 1]
Well, he's chompin' at the bit at 5 AM
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 ear
And if I could I'd spend every day put here

[Chorus]
Oh, I got my Granddaddy's shotgun, an olе .410
He's gettin' on a scent with his nosе in the wind
Bologna and bread on an ole pine log
Just a boy, livin' large with his ole bird dog

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
It's just a boy, livin' large with his ole bird dog

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