Five Shots and Four Paws

country rap, Appalachian porch funk, country-shuffle

[Intro — Spoken, Bubba, acoustic guitar and banjo]
Well, good morning, Trigger.
You ready to go walking, buddy?

Hold on, now.
Let me finish my cappuccino.

Five shots of espresso...
And sixteen pounds of Westie.
Lord, one of us is fixing to get in trouble!

[Banjo Kicks In — Country Rap Groove]

[Verse 1 — Bubba, Rhythmic Country Rap]
Five shots in my cup, got my boots on tight,
Trigger's at the door like he's ready for a fight.
Little white tail going tick-tock-tick,
Got a nose for adventure and he's mighty quick.

Down Crown Parkway, here we go,
I'm walking kinda fast, he's walking kinda slow.
Till he spots something moving by the big oak tree,
Then that sixteen-pound dog starts dragging me!

I said, "Hold up, son, what's the hurry today?"
He looked over his shoulder like, "Get outta my way!"
Got my harmonica bouncing in my back blue jeans,
We're the strangest little walking team you've ever seen.

[Chorus — Bubba, Sung Country-Rap Hook]
Five shots and four little paws,
Little white dog don't follow no laws.
Sun coming up, got a brand-new day,
Me and Trigger walking all our worries away.

One more corner, one more mile,
Little more laughter, great big smile.
Thank the good Lord for the morning light,
Five shots and four paws, everything's all right!

[Spoken — Darlene Enters]
[Darlene, female voice]
Bubba! What in the world are you doing?

[Bubba]
Walking my dog, Darlene. What's it look like?

[Darlene]
Looks to me like your dog is walking YOU!

[Bubba]
Well, we ain't settled that argument yet.

[Darlene laughs]

[Saxophone Riff — 8 Bars]

[Verse 2 — Bubba, Country Rap]
Darlene fell in step with her coffee in hand,
Said, "Bubba, you're the funniest walking man."
I said, "Girl, that coffee's what gets me going."
She said, "Five whole shots? Your engine's showing!"

Trigger stopped dead by a patch of grass,
Darlene kept walking and I couldn't get past.
Then he sniffed one leaf, turned around real slow,
Like he found a secret that we didn't know.

He inspected a rock, investigated a stick,
Checked on a butterfly flying by quick.
Darlene said, "Bubba, he's got quite a career."
I said, "Neighborhood security, volunteer!"

[Chorus — Bubba Lead, Darlene Female Harmony]
Five shots and four little paws,
Little white dog don't follow no laws.
Sun coming up, got a brand-new day,
Me and Trigger walking all our worries away.

One more corner, one more mile,
Little more laughter, great big smile.
Thank the good Lord for the morning light,
Five shots and four paws, everything's all right!

[Break — Harmonica and Female Saxophone Trading Solos]

[Spoken Dialogue — Music Drops Low]
[Darlene]
Bubba, you ever think about slowing down?

[Bubba]
Every morning, Darlene.

[Darlene]
And?

[Bubba]
Then I drink my coffee.

[Darlene laughing]
Well, that explains everything!

[Verse 3 — Bubba, Relaxed Country Rap]
Now we're walking by Hampton Pond,
Watching little ripples rolling on and on.
Trigger's got his nose down close to the ground,
Darlene's looking at the trees all around.

I used to spend my mornings thinking too much,
Trying to hold tomorrow in a tight little clutch.
Now I'm learning to be still, let the morning unfold,
Ain't everything in life supposed to be controlled.

I got a good friend laughing, a good dog near,
The sound of that saxophone ringing so clear.
Don't need a fortune, don't need applause,
Just a little more sunshine and four little paws.

[Final Chorus — Full Band]
Five shots and four little paws,
Little white dog don't follow no laws.
Sun coming up, got a brand-new day,
Me and Trigger walking all our worries away!

Five shots, four paws, one more smile,
Thank You, Father, for another little mile!

[Outro — Spoken, Instrumental Fading]
[Darlene]
Bubba, tomorrow try drinking just two shots.

[Bubba]
Darlene, don't start messing with my religion.

[Darlene laughs]

[Bubba]
Come on, Trigger! Let's go home!

[Playful Saxophone and Harmonica Ending]

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[Intro — Spoken, Bubba, acoustic guitar and banjo] Well, good morning, Trigger. You ready to go walking, buddy? Hold on, now. Let me finish my cappuccino. Five shots of espresso... And sixteen pounds of Westie. Lord, one of us is fixing to get in trouble! [Banjo Kicks In — Country Rap Groove] [Verse 1 — Bubba, Rhythmic Country Rap] Five shots in my cup, got my boots on tight, Trigger's at the door like he's ready for a fight. Little white tail going tick-tock-tick, Got a nose for adventure and he's mighty quick. Down Crown Parkway, here we go, I'm walking kinda fast, he's walking kinda slow. Till he spots something moving by the big oak tree, Then that sixteen-pound dog starts dragging me! I said, "Hold up, son, what's the hurry today?" He looked over his shoulder like, "Get outta my way!" Got my harmonica bouncing in my back blue jeans, We're the strangest little walking team you've ever seen. [Chorus — Bubba, Sung Country-Rap Hook] Five shots and four little paws, Little white dog don't follow no laws. Sun coming up, got a brand-new day, Me and Trigger walking all our worries away. One more corner, one more mile, Little more laughter, great big smile. Thank the good Lord for the morning light, Five shots and four paws, everything's all right! [Spoken — Darlene Enters] [Darlene, female voice] Bubba! What in the world are you doing? [Bubba] Walking my dog, Darlene. What's it look like? [Darlene] Looks to me like your dog is walking YOU! [Bubba] Well, we ain't settled that argument yet. [Darlene laughs] [Saxophone Riff — 8 Bars] [Verse 2 — Bubba, Country Rap] Darlene fell in step with her coffee in hand, Said, "Bubba, you're the funniest walking man." I said, "Girl, that coffee's what gets me going." She said, "Five whole shots? Your engine's showing!" Trigger stopped dead by a patch of grass, Darlene kept walking and I couldn't get past. Then he sniffed one leaf, turned around real slow, Like he found a secret that we didn't know. He inspected a rock, investigated a stick, Checked on a butterfly flying by quick. Darlene said, "Bubba, he's got quite a career." I said, "Neighborhood security, volunteer!" [Chorus — Bubba Lead, Darlene Female Harmony] Five shots and four little paws, Little white dog don't follow no laws. Sun coming up, got a brand-new day, Me and Trigger walking all our worries away. One more corner, one more mile, Little more laughter, great big smile. Thank the good Lord for the morning light, Five shots and four paws, everything's all right! [Break — Harmonica and Female Saxophone Trading Solos] [Spoken Dialogue — Music Drops Low] [Darlene] Bubba, you ever think about slowing down? [Bubba] Every morning, Darlene. [Darlene] And? [Bubba] Then I drink my coffee. [Darlene laughing] Well, that explains everything! [Verse 3 — Bubba, Relaxed Country Rap] Now we're walking by Hampton Pond, Watching little ripples rolling on and on. Trigger's got his nose down close to the ground, Darlene's looking at the trees all around. I used to spend my mornings thinking too much, Trying to hold tomorrow in a tight little clutch. Now I'm learning to be still, let the morning unfold, Ain't everything in life supposed to be controlled. I got a good friend laughing, a good dog near, The sound of that saxophone ringing so clear. Don't need a fortune, don't need applause, Just a little more sunshine and four little paws. [Final Chorus — Full Band] Five shots and four little paws, Little white dog don't follow no laws. Sun coming up, got a brand-new day, Me and Trigger walking all our worries away! Five shots, four paws, one more smile, Thank You, Father, for another little mile! [Outro — Spoken, Instrumental Fading] [Darlene] Bubba, tomorrow try drinking just two shots. [Bubba] Darlene, don't start messing with my religion. [Darlene laughs] [Bubba] Come on, Trigger! Let's go home! [Playful Saxophone and Harmonica Ending]

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