Biscuit’s Country Heart
(hoo-ooo-eee) Down on the porch where the clover grows tall
Sits a little brown shadow that answers my call
Tail like a flag waving high in the air
He ain't got a worry,
he ain't got a care
Biscuit is the best dog under the sun
Always ready to play
and always ready to run With his wet nose nudging my dusty
old hand He's the finest companion in all of the land
(oh yeah)
He chased a jackrabbit clean out of the yard Then he curled
on the rug, breathing heavy and hard
He guards the front gate and he watches the road
Lighter to hold than a sweet bundle load
Biscuit is the best dog under the sun
Always ready to play and always ready to run With his wet
nose nudging my dusty old hand He's the finest companion
in all of the land
Yeah, Biscuit's the best...
(mmm-hmm) Good boy, Biscuit.