Cut em loose

Sun ain’t up, but the woods awake

Frost on the fields and the timber shake

Boots hit dirt, breath rolls white

Old red box in the pale moonlight

Tailgates drop, chains rattle low

Hounds all pacing, ready to go

That fire in their eyes don’t lie

They were born for the run, not the tie

Snap that lead and say a prayer

A man and his dogs got a bond out there

Cut ‘em loose, let ‘em fly

Through the holler and the pine trees high

When they strike, you’ll hear that sound

Music rolling across the ground

Cold nose working, hearts beat strong

That chase runs deep where we belong

Ain’t just hunting, it’s blood and pride

Man and his dogs side by side

Tracks in mud by a creek bed bend

That old blue tick ain’t gonna pretend

Head thrown back with a long bawl cry

Echo bouncing through the sky

Boot leather worn, but I don’t mind

Following that trail line by line

Every ridge and every draw

Feels like church without a law

Gray in their muzzle, scars on mine

Years roll quick but the bond holds tight

When the good Lord calls that final hunt

I pray I hear ‘em one more time

Cut ‘em loose, let ‘em run

Till the rising of the morning sun

That echo rolling through the trees

Is freedom on the southern breeze

It ain’t about the kill or fame

It’s the sound when they call that game

Ain’t no truer love I’ve known

Than a hunter walking his dogs back home