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It was an icy Christmas morning

When a boy named Morgan shot his dog that day

Man, he loved that dog, and boy, he loved that gun

When he found it underneath the tree that day

Raised his gun for the first time

Took careful aim at the bulls-eye

But shot his dog instead

Now Morgan's dog is dead

And the .22's his new best friend

Now that Morgan's dog is dead

Now that new .22 is always close at hand

Now he's hunting for a new best friend

He can't get it out, out of his head

He said, "I will never miss that shot again"

Laid one hand on the Bible

The other eye on survival

But Morgan's dog is dead

Ah, he shot his own dog dead

And a .22's his new best friend

Now that Morgan's dog is dead

You got to get a gun

Just in case you're attacked

Sure hope you don't have an accident

You'd shoot someone that you probably shouldn't have

Oh no, you should never, ever get a gun

Ah, you'll probably shoot your own damn dog

And your dog would be dead

Can't get it through your head-

...Home and head to bed

Morgan's dog is dead

Yes, Morgan's dog is dead

After all is done and said

Morgan's dog still dead