

{brushed snare roll} (woo-hoo) {acoustic guitar
picking}
Rocky is my four-legged friend
With a wagging tail that has no end
He's the finest pup you'll ever meet
And he's always looking for a tasty treat
Oh Rocky loves his chicken and his treats
Running wild down the dusty streets
Yeah he loves his walks out in the sun
Rocky is my dog,
my number one
(good boy) {pedal steel swell}
When the leash rattles by the kitchen door
He's already bouncing off the floor
Trotting down the country road so sweet
Chasing after every bird we meet
Oh Rocky loves his chicken and his treats
Running wild down the dusty streets
Yeah he loves his walks out in the sun
Rocky is my dog,
my number one
{guitar flourish} Yeah, Rocky loves his treats
(mm-hmm) Just a dog and his country road
{acoustic guitar fading out} {soft whistle}