Labrador
The day we brought him home, he was just a little pup
Barely six weeks old, he chewed the place up
When he wasn't running circles, and trippin on his feet
He was over in the corner, layin' fast asleep
And he dreamed of chasing rabbits or so the old folks say
Little did he know all the fun we'd have one day
When he was two years old, he was coming in his own
He was learning how to hunt and man how he'd grown
He had a ways to go, but there was fire in eyes
He had enough heart for a dog twice his size
And he'd dreamed of circling mallards and I'd call his name
Little did he know he was well on his way
Oh by the time he turned five he was really in his prime
We spent each winter day together in the blind
Oh the birds that dog retrieved, I pretty soon lost track
He'd hit that icy water and never once look back
He dreamed of honkers falling, in the blind where he stayed
Little did he know we were living our best days
Now he's ten years old and the years ain't been kind
He wants to hunt like we used to do, but the strength is hard to find
There's a fire still in the eyes of that grey and kindly face
But his old and faithful bones, just can not keep pace
And he dreams about the good years as he fades away
Little does he know all his pain will end today.
Barely six weeks old, he chewed the place up
When he wasn't running circles, and trippin on his feet
He was over in the corner, layin' fast asleep
And he dreamed of chasing rabbits or so the old folks say
Little did he know all the fun we'd have one day
When he was two years old, he was coming in his own
He was learning how to hunt and man how he'd grown
He had a ways to go, but there was fire in eyes
He had enough heart for a dog twice his size
And he'd dreamed of circling mallards and I'd call his name
Little did he know he was well on his way
Oh by the time he turned five he was really in his prime
We spent each winter day together in the blind
Oh the birds that dog retrieved, I pretty soon lost track
He'd hit that icy water and never once look back
He dreamed of honkers falling, in the blind where he stayed
Little did he know we were living our best days
Now he's ten years old and the years ain't been kind
He wants to hunt like we used to do, but the strength is hard to find
There's a fire still in the eyes of that grey and kindly face
But his old and faithful bones, just can not keep pace
And he dreams about the good years as he fades away
Little does he know all his pain will end today.
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Writer(s): Barry Bales, Walter Gabbard
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