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OLD BUCK (CALL OF THE WILD)
©Gary Bowman He sits at my feet, Fire burning bright Crickets chirp and dance, In the night He’s my trusty old hound dog, Old Buck We go for a walk, Through field and stream Squirrels chatter, The robins sing My faithful, four-footed friend, Old Buck This wild nature rises, From deep within He’ll point his nose at a star, And howl with the wind Friday night date, In my old pick-up truck Just me and my girl, Oh, yeah, there’s Buck She likes him, Hey, Buck... Here fella Go down to the lake, For a midnight swim That dog-gone Buck, He jumps right in Just one of the guys, Old Buck This wild nature rises, From deep within He’ll point his nose at a star, And howl with the wind Feelings are stirring, Ancient song revived, Instincts long dead, Become alive Ancestral calling, Ancient song revived, Instincts long dead, Become alive Sounding the wolf-cry, He’s leading the pack, Call of the Wild, No turning back Perfect joy, Exultation of life, Flying through the forest, Under the moonlight Sounding the wolf-cry, He’s leading the pack, Call of the Wild, No turning back Ahhh – OOOOH, Ahhh – OOOOH, Ahhh – OOOOH, Ooooh Sounding the wolf-cry, He’s leading the pack, Call of the Wild, No turning back Sounding the wolf-cry, He’s leading the pack, Call of the Wild! |
