(Verse 1) In the heart of Albion, where the sun sets low, There’s a dog named Gibbs, with a tale to bestow. He’s a four-legged rascal, a rebel with a cause, Lifting his leg where he pleases, breaking all the laws.
(Pre-Chorus) Gibbs don’t care 'bout no “No Trespassing” signs, He’s got a wild spirit, and he’s crossing all the lines. From the churchyard to the county fair, He marks his territory without a single care.
(Chorus) Oh, Gibbs, oh Gibbs, you’re a legend in this town, Leaving your mark on every street, every corner, every mound. You’re a canine outlaw, a rebel with a flair, Lifting that leg high, like you just don’t care.
(Verse 2) Down by the old oak tree, where lovers used to meet, Gibbs leaves his signature, a scent so sweet. The preacher shakes his head, says, “Lord, have mercy,” But Gibbs winks and keeps on lifting, writing his own story.
(Pre-Chorus) Gibbs don’t mind the judge or the sheriff’s frown, He’s got a bladder full of mischief, and he’s owning this town. From the mayor’s garden to the schoolhouse door, He’s claiming every inch, leaving his mark galore.
(Chorus) Oh, Gibbs, oh Gibbs, you’re a legend in this land, A howlin’ hound with a mission, ain’t nobody gonna stand. You’re a rebel with a purpose, a tail-waggin’ sage, Lifting that leg high, on every life’s page.
(Bridge) Late at night, when the moon hangs low, Gibbs roams the streets, his secret places to go. He’s got a map in his heart, a scent trail to follow, From the fire hydrant to the old barn’s hollow.
(Chorus) Oh, Gibbs, oh Gibbs, you’re a legend, it’s true, A troubadog of mischief, with a howlin’ debut. You’re the talk of the town, the stuff of lore, Lifting that leg high, forevermore.
(Outro) So here’s to Gibbs, the leg-lifting outlaw, In Albion’s dusty alleys, he’ll forever draw. A country song for a dog who lives life free, Lifting his leg, writing his legacy. πΎπ΅