Sweet Little Mountain Cur

If I were a dog, I know what I’d be,

A Mountain Cur running wild and free,

Mud on my paws, got a fire in my eyes,

Been through the storms, still chasing the sunrise.

I don’t need a leash, but I need my pack,

And if you’re one of mine, I’ll always have your back.

I’ve got a stubborn heart and a soul that won’t quit,

Yeah, I’ve been knocked down, but I’m still standing in it.

I’ve wandered through the dark,

I’ve slept beneath the rain,

But every road I’ve traveled

Made me stronger through the pain.

I’m a Mountain Cur, born to run,

Chasing down the moon and the morning sun.

Loyal to my people, wild at heart,

You can tear me down, but I’ll rebuild every part.

I might get scared, I might lose my way,

But I’ll find my pack at the end of the day.

I’m rough around the edges, but my love runs pure,

If you wanna know me—

I’m a Mountain Cur.

I don’t trust everybody, but when I let you in,

I’ll love you through the losses, through the thick and the thin.

I’ll sit beside you when you don’t wanna talk,

Run beside you when you’re ready to walk.

I’ve got scars underneath this fur,

Proof of every battle, every lesson learned.

And maybe I’m emotional, maybe I care too much,

But that’s just the way I was built to love.

Give me a porch, a mountain, a place to call home,

A little green pasture where I never feel alone.

My people by my side, my old boots by the door,

Nox running circles across that cabin floor.

I don’t need the whole world,

Just somewhere I belong,

A pack that stays together

When everything goes wrong.

I’m a Mountain Cur, born to run,

Still chasing down the moon and the morning sun.

Loyal to my people, wild at heart,

Every broken piece still became a work of art.

I’ve been through the fire, I’ve slept through the rain,

Turned every scar into strength again.

I’m rough around the edges, but my love runs pure,

And if you ask what made me—

I’m a Mountain Cur.

So let me run free,

Let me love my pack,

Let me chase the sunrise

And never look back.

I’m not perfect,

But I know what I’m here for—

To love hard, live free,

And always find my way home.

Mountain Cur.