[Intro — Bouncy acoustic guitar, walking bass, playful C harmonica] [Spoken — Bubba, chuckling] Well, come on, Trigger! Let's see what kind of trouble we can stay out of today! [Verse 1] Sun came peeking through the Georgia pines, Well, I got my coffee and I'm feeling fine. Little white dog with a big old grin, Scratching at the door saying, "Let me in!" Got my walking shoes and my harmonica too, Trigger's got a hundred things he wants to do. Made it halfway down the neighborhood street, When he stopped dead cold on his four little feet. [Pre-Chorus] Ears stood up and his tail went straight, I said, "Now, buddy, don't take the bait!" [Chorus] Oh, Trigger saw a squirrel! And the whole world stopped! That bushy-tailed bandit went hopping up a rock. Trigger said, "I'll get him!" I said, "Son, you might!" But that squirrel's already halfway out of sight! Round and round, we're laughing again, Just an old boy walking with his little best friend. Didn't get far, but we sure had fun, Chasing little moments in the morning sun! [Harmonica Break — 8 bars, playful call and response with guitar] [Verse 2] Down by the pond where the tall grass grows, Trigger's investigating with his little black nose. Ducks on the water, birds in the trees, I'm blowing on my harp in the morning breeze. Then that squirrel showed up on the other side, Sat on a fence like he owned the ride. Trigger looked up, gave a little bark, Like he was the sheriff of the neighborhood park! [Pre-Chorus] I said, "Easy, boy, let that fella be. He's just out enjoying the day like you and me!" [Chorus] Oh, Trigger saw a squirrel! And the whole world stopped! That bushy-tailed bandit went hopping up a rock. Trigger said, "I'll get him!" I said, "Son, you might!" But that squirrel's already halfway out of sight! Round and round, we're laughing again, Just an old boy walking with his little best friend. Didn't get far, but we sure had fun, Chasing little moments in the morning sun! [Instrumental Solo — Bright country-blues harmonica, fingerpicked guitar, walking bass] [Bridge — Softer, spoken-sung] Funny how a little dog can show a grown man There's nothing wrong with slowing down. No hurry, no worry, no place we gotta be, Just the good Lord's world all around. I don't need tomorrow figured out, Don't need yesterday hanging about. Just this little white dog and the road we're on, And a tune in my heart as we wander along. [Final Chorus — Full band, joyful] Oh, Trigger saw a squirrel! And the whole world stopped! We never even made it to the coffee shop! He looked at me, I looked at him, And we turned right around with a big old grin! A thousand little stories before we're done, Two old buddies having fun in the sun. The world keeps turning, and the day rolls on, Me and Trigger just walking along! [Outro — Spoken with harmonica fills] Come on, Trigger. That squirrel ain't paying us no mind. Ha ha! We'll catch him another day, buddy. [Short harmonica flourish] All is well. [Instrumental ending — Guitar and harmonica finish together]
