[Spoken Intro — Bubba, warm Southern voice] Well, good morning, Trigger. Looks like we got ourselves another beautiful day. Three little benches along our walk. A whole lot of world going on around us. And nowhere in particular we gotta be. Come on, buddy. Let's see what the Lord's got for us today. [Harmonica — gentle, playful opening] [Verse 1] Down Crown Parkway on a Saturday morning Little white feet keeping time Got my harmonica tucked in my pocket And a thousand things on my mind First little bench underneath the trees I sat myself right down Trigger sniffed around like he owned the place Then gave me that Westie frown [Spoken — Bubba] What? You got somewhere important to be? You're a dog, son! [Chorus] Three benches and a little white dog One short leash and a long slow walk Ain't gotta fix the world Before the sun gets high Just listen to the birds And let the day roll by Three benches and a little white dog And a heart learning how to be still Sometimes the sweetest thing in life Is a quiet morning on a hill [Harmonica Break — sweet country blues] [Verse 2] Second little bench by Hampton Pond Water shining through the trees Trigger spotted one suspicious squirrel Nearly pulled me off my feet I laughed so hard I dropped my harmonica That squirrel went flying away Trigger looked back like he'd saved my life And earned himself a raise in pay [Spoken — Bubba] Well, thank you, Sheriff Trigger. Another dangerous criminal off the streets! [Chorus] Three benches and a little white dog One short leash and a long slow walk Ain't gotta solve tomorrow Or straighten yesterday Just enjoy this little moment While the morning slips away [Verse 3 — Gentle, reflective] I remember when my mind was racing And I couldn't let things go Always thinking where I ought to be Instead of loving where I'd go I carried every old conversation Every worry, every fight Now I'm learning just to notice And let the morning light shine bright [Bridge — Half-spoken, intimate] Third little bench, near Jessup Street Trigger settled by my shoe I closed my eyes and sat there quietly With nothing I needed to do Didn't need a great big answer Didn't need a grand design Just a little time with the Father And a little less noise in my mind [Soft Harmonica Solo] [Verse 4 — Building warmly] Well, Trigger stretched and shook his ears And told me it was time We wandered home beneath the trees With no mountain left to climb I don't know what tomorrow's bringing And that suits me just fine Today I got a friend with four little paws And a little peace of mind [Final Chorus — Joyful, full band] Three benches and a little white dog One short leash and a long slow walk A little bit of sunshine A little bit of grace A whole wide world At a slower pace Three benches and a little white dog And a heart learning how to be still Life ain't always something to conquer Sometimes it's something to feel [Spoken Outro — Bubba] Well, Trigger, I reckon we learned something. You don't have to chase every squirrel. And I don't have to chase every thought. [Pause] Course, I don't expect you to understand that squirrel business. [Laughs] Come on, buddy. Let's go home. [Harmonica plays a warm closing melody] [Softly spoken] All is well. [Instrumental Outro — acoustic guitar and harmonica]
