I used to have a white little dog
That would sit at the foot of my bed
His warm little body kept my doggies from barking
O'er his sleeping old head
He ain't no attack dog
No bird pointin' track dog
He's far from a lap dog
He's a good old I-got-your-back-dog
I picked him up five years ago the day that I met my wife
Been as loyal as long as the length of my dog-having life
Got an underbite like a dog day of summer is long
Cnd he whimpers and howls in his dreams
To the tune of his song
He ain't no attack dog
No bird pointin' track dog
He's far from a lap dog
He's a good old I-got-your-back-dog
If all dogs go to heaven you can just imagine
His white hair trim and tidy
Looking fresh as a pup, all cozied up
Ct the foot of God clmighty
'Cuz he ain't no attack dog
No bird pointin' track dog
He's far from a lap dog
He's a good old "I got your back" dog
He'll always be a good ole
I-got-your-back-dog