| Bandit was a black lab, Daddy brought home
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| He said, «Son he’s yours from now on»
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| Bandit looked at me and he cocked his head
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| Slept at night on the foot of my bed
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| All that year, I can see him still
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| Chasing after me, nipping at my heels
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| Down to the bus stop, my new best friend
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| Still waiting right there when I got home again
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| And I thought we would be together
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| Go on and on just like that, forever
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| But I was young back then
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| I guess I just didn’t know
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| Little boys grow up and dogs get old
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| He was my sidekick through thick and thin
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| And he’d bark at my fish when I’d reel 'em in
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| Summers came and went and we grew like weeds
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| And I don’t know if I raised him or he raised me
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| And I thought we would be together
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| Go on and on just like that, forever
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| But I was young back then
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| How was I supposed to know
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| Little boys grow up and dogs get old
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| He was fourteen when I left for Tennessee
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| And he came down the front porch steps a little slow
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| I got down to hug his neck
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| Said «you take care of Mom and Dad, 'til I get home»
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| «And be a good boy»
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| «Now you be a good boy»
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| And I thought we would be together
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| Go on and on just like that, forever
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| But I was young back then
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| God I wish I didn’t know
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| Little boys grow up and dogs get old |