I got a dog his name is Bandit
When he gets into stuff
I'm yelling DAMN IT
He likes to scratch and eat his food
drink his water so it makes him cool
We take him with us when we go out
Rollin down the street with his head
Hanging out. Sniffing the air and enjoying
the wind
My dog Bandit is my best friend
When the world is against me and all have
turned their back My dog Bandit will help me
Back on track. He sits there and wags his tail
with not a bother wondering when I bring him
Some water. He'll drink and drink till he's filled
His thirst and eat his food till his belly about burst.
At night when we all settle down for bed at my feet
Is where you'll find his head. I'll get up and go lock
the front door and he'll decide to get down and sleep
On the floor. Early at night and just about morning my wife
we'll take him out to the bathroom while the neighbors
Are all still snoring. Then tomorrow is a brand new day
and once again he's outside on the chain again so he
Can run and play.

James (Bluesman)Cooper

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