My little boys got a black lab puppy, named him lumber jack
Toss a stick and he'll pick it up but he won't bring it back
Not for anyone, yeah not for anyone, but he will for my son
Oh, my little son
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He sings tweedle deee, tweedle dum, there's magic between the two of 'em
Like a falling star calling for a wish
Like Momma's in the kitchen handin' family traditions down, to the kids
Yea some things get better, the more they get together
Some times on Saturday we have a shindig at the house
Friends and family gatherin' catching up and hangin' out
Grandma tells a story, the kids all gather round
And everybody loves it when Grandpa gets his guitar out
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He sings tweedle deee, tweedle dum, there's magic between the two of 'em
Like a falling star calling for a wish
Like Momma's in the kitchen handin' family traditions down, to the kids
Yea some things get better, the more they get together
C'mon
Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum there's magic between the two of 'em
Like a falling star calling for a wish
Like Momma's in the kitchen handin' family traditions down, to the kids
Yea some things get better, the more they get together
The more we get, the more we get, the more we get together
Hey yea yea
The more we get, the more we get together