[Intro: Acoustic strumming with a sly steel guitar lick, setting the tone.] [Verse 1] Pulled up to the porch, my boots hit the ground, Saw the dog chain hangin’ where Buddy ran around. The note on the fridge was short and plain, Said, “I’m takin’ the truck, and I’m gone to stay.” Well, you might’ve left me high and dry, But takin’ Buddy, girl, that ain’t right. [Chorus] You took Buddy, my four-legged friend, Packed him up in my Ford, now it's the end. Left this porch, left this yard, Tore my heart up and left it scarred. You stole my wheels, my best pal too— Now I’m sittin’ here wonderin’ what I’ll do. [Verse 2] Well, I can’t say I didn’t see it comin’, The fights, the silence, the slamming doors. You packed your bags a hundred times, But this time you took a little more. You leaving me? Hell, that’s just fine— But why’d you take Buddy and that truck of mine? [Chorus] You took Buddy, my four-legged friend, Packed him up in my Ford, now it's the end. Left this porch, left this yard, Tore my heart up and left it scarred. You stole my wheels, my best pal too— Now I’m sittin’ here wonderin’ what I’ll do. [Verse 3] Now the house is quiet, too quiet to bear, No paws on the floor, no bark in the air. Buddy was more than a dog to me— He was my shadow, my family. You could’ve left me broken, I wouldn’t have cared, But takin’ Buddy? That just ain’t fair. [Chorus] You took Buddy, my four-legged friend, Packed him up in my Ford, now it's the end. Left this porch, left this yard, Tore my heart up and left it scarred. You stole my wheels, my best pal too— Now I’m sittin’ here wonderin’ what I’ll do. [Instrumental] [Bridge: Stomp-clap rhythm builds with fiery determination.] Soon I’ll follow your tracks to that Georgia line, Knock on the door where you’re wasting my time. I’ll bring his leash and my old spare key, Drive my Ford away and set Buddy free. You can have your new guy, that’s just fine— But I’m takin’ back what’s rightfully mine. [Final Chorus] You took Buddy, my four-legged friend, Packed him up in my Ford, now it's the end. Left this porch, left this yard, Tore my heart up and left it scarred. But I’ll find ‘em both, won’t stop till I do— Oh hold on Buddy I'm comin' for you! [Tag] Yeah Hold on Buddy I'm comin' for you! [End of song]
