[INTRO — SPOKEN, BUBBA] Well, good morning, Trigger! You ready to hit the road, little buddy? Wait a minute... That's the third mailbox you've stopped at! We ain't delivering the mail, son! Ha ha! Here we go! [HARMONICA RIFF — FUNKY COUNTRY BEAT DROPS] [VERSE 1 — COUNTRY RAP] Got my boots on, coffee running through my veins, Little white Westie pulling hard on the reins. Out the front door, down the neighborhood street, Four little paws with a whole lot of beat. Nose to the left, nose to the right, Everything he smells is a brand-new sight. Got his tail up high and his ears standing proud, Walking like the mayor of this whole little town. I say, "Come on, boy, we got places to go!" He says, "Hold up, Bubba, there's a bush I don't know!" One more sniff, then another one too, I'm starting to wonder who's walking who! [CHORUS — SINGING, BIG COUNTRY HOOK] Little legs, big attitude! White fur bouncing to a country groove! Nose to the ground, tail in the sky, Chasing every butterfly passing us by! Hey! Slow it down, let the good times roll! Little white dog with a great big soul! Everybody laughing, but it's gotta be true, I'm walking with Trigger, And he's walking me too! [HARMONICA BREAK — 8 BARS] [VERSE 2 — COUNTRY RAP] Down Crown Parkway, sun coming up, Got a little harmonica tucked in my pocket, yup! I blow three notes, and he gives me a stare, Like, "Bubba, what on earth you doing over there?" We hit the corner, there's a squirrel on a tree, Trigger starts bouncing like he's turning twenty-three! Squirrel runs up, Trigger looks down, Like he's the toughest little sheriff in town. I said, "Easy now, son, that's a fight you won't win!" He just shakes that fur and tries it again. Folks drive by with a wave and a grin, Another day in the neighborhood, here we go again! [CHORUS] Little legs, big attitude! White fur bouncing to a country groove! Nose to the ground, tail in the sky, Chasing every butterfly passing us by! Hey! Slow it down, let the good times roll! Little white dog with a great big soul! Everybody laughing, but it's gotta be true, I'm walking with Trigger, And he's walking me too! [VERSE 3 — COUNTRY RAP] Now we roll by the pond where the ducks hang out, Trigger sees a feather, starts dancing about. I'm standing there laughing, saying, "What'd you find?" He says nothing at all, just keeps sniffing behind. Got no big plans, got no race to run, Just a Carolina morning and a little bit of sun. Used to move fast, had a hundred things to do, Now I'm learning something from this little white dude. He don't care about yesterday, Don't ask what tomorrow's bringing his way. He sees a patch of grass and a brand-new day, And that's enough to make his troubles go away. [BRIDGE — HALF-SUNG, HALF-SPOKEN] You know something, Trigger? We spend a lot of time Trying to get somewhere. And here you are... Happy just being right here. Maybe that's the lesson, buddy. Maybe that's the whole thing. [SOULFUL HARMONICA SOLO] [FINAL CHORUS — FULL BAND] Little legs, big attitude! White fur bouncing to a country groove! Nose to the ground, tail in the sky, Another beautiful morning passing us by! Hey! Slow it down, let the good times roll! Little white dog with a great big soul! God gave us this morning, and I'm thankful too, For the road and the sunshine, And a dog like you! [OUTRO — SPOKEN OVER GROOVE] Well, Trigger, I reckon we'd better head home. Wait... Where you going now? That's somebody else's yard, son! Ha ha ha! Come on, little buddy. [HARMONICA PLAYS A PLAYFUL RIFF] All is well. [FADE OUT — BANJO, BASS AND HARMONICA]
