It was an icy Christmas morning Little 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 bullseye But he 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 the 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 With one hand on the bible The other eye on survival But now Morgans dog is dead He shot his own dog dead And the .22's his new best friend Now that Morgan's dog is dead You gotta a gun just in case you're attacked Sure hope you don't have an accident And shoot someone that you probably shouldn't have Oh, no you should never ever get a gun You'll probably shoot your own damn dog And your dog would be dead Can't get it though your head home and head to bed Morgan's dog is dead Yes Morgan's is dead After all is done and said Morgan's dog's still dead