I'm in no hurry, Lord.
 I'm in no hurry anymore.  Someone just shot my dog.

 As he lay there dying my eyes slashed through tears 
 searching for where the shots had come.
 Squirming and bleeding and dying there,
 my dog just wasn't living anymore.

 A man in the brush with a gun at his side
 pushed his way to where I was kneeling.
 He asked me boy is that your dog
 and I said no sir he was my friend.

 All I could do was sit there crying
 and thinking how cruel we all must be.
 Then I didn't want to think anymore.
 I didn't want to cry anymore.
     I just wanted to bury my dog somewhere.

 I'm in no hurry, Lord.
 I'm in no hurry anymore.  Someone just shot my dog.