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“You ever wonder, Sam… what really makes a good dog?”

“Depends on who you ask….”

Some say a good dog don’t leave the yard

Lays real quiet, don’t fight too hard

Waits on a hand, waits on a call

But I’ve seen a good dog break down a wall

Yeah, but some say good dogs don’t break nothin’ at all

Stay where they’re told, don’t climb, don’t crawl

Don’t chase nothin’ that they can’t see

Don’t ask no questions, just let things be

What makes a good dog? Tell me who decides?

Is it the one that follows or the one with pride?

Is it nose to the ground or eyes on the road?

Ain’t about where you came from—it’s what a good dog knows

I knew an old hound, mean as the sun

Fought for his folks, never turned to run

Wasnt easy to hold

But when the night got dark, that dog was gold

Yeah, but I knew a stray, quiet as dust

Didn’t bark much, just learned to trust

Didn’t need no chain, didn’t need no lead

But when the world got cold, he stayed with me

What makes a good dog? Tell me who decides?

Is it the one that follows or the one with pride?

Is it nose to the ground or eyes on the road?

Ain’t about where you came from—it’s what a good dog knows

“Maybe it ain’t about how you run, or where you stay.”

“Maybe it’s just about knowin’ when to walk away.”

“Or when to stand.”

“Or when to fight.”

“Guess there’s more than one kind of good dog, huh?”

“Guess so.”

What makes a good dog? Tell me who decides?

Is it the one that listens or the one with pride?

Ain’t about rules, ain’t about man’s plan

It’s about knowin’ your place and where you stand

“Well, Sam… you ever figure it out, let me know.”

“Ain’t about figuring. Just about bein’.”