At a bluegrass fest, that is where we met
You were drunk and lost and also alone
You were in distress, like a shit-faced damsel
I rescued you and now look where we are
To Pigskin, I gave in, winning isn't so bad
Down dog style, I got you to try it
Speaking of pups, when Hobo went missing
We trekked for miles, and three solid days
Happy anniversary
We are checking things off
Our rain check list
Quarantine with you hasn't been that bad boo
We can lamp all day and all through the night
You are cuter than a baby sloth, you
took me to a donkey sanctuary
We have off-roaded, at the Top of the World
A Trumper we call “Come on” helped us up
Florida, New Orleans and Alabama
Iron Bull football, survived a blizzard too
Maybe one day, we'll have a threesome
with the gal who barbecues at Rancho
And I'll write a book of rednecky things you say
'It duttin' matter, I like 'em skinny'
La dee da da da,
We go where we go
Da da da, da da, da da da da da
