The Story Behind This Song
The spurs are on the wall now. The rodeo's over. Eight-second rides, busted ribs, barroom dust, barbed wire nights — that was a younger man's war. Now it's a rocking chair, a summer breeze, a Bible by the chair, and a shotgun leaning easy by the door.
And his dog. The one who rode shotgun back when the sky was blue and the nights were bulletproof. That dog's got grey in his muzzle now. Same as the grey in his chin. He used to chase the mailman truck like his life depended on it. Now he does that slow stretch stand — like he understands.
JT picks that old guitar at dusk. The dog's tail thumps steady in the hush. Sun sinks low behind the field. They've both had more than their fill. And that whole world can roll right on by.
Me and my dog. We've both slowed down.
Be the first one around the fire.