[Verse]
Good evening, Officer Lane.
The situation is critical.
Your radio is dead. Sixty miles of mountain between you and any signal.
Crazy Willie has you pinned and bleeding.
But one asset remains…
The puppy.
Your mission: Get that wire. Make the call.
This message will self-destruct in five seconds.
Good luck, Clint.
[Verse]
Crazy Willie’s bullets tear the night in two
Radio’s silent, nothing’s getting through
Sixty miles of rock and pine between you and the tower
Officer down, clock ticking, running out of hours
Gunther pressed against your leg, the Rottweiler pup
“Stay down, good boy” — but you know what’s coming up
Eyes lock on the spool, copper wire so small
Might just save your life if you risk it all
[Pre-chorus]
Key the mic again — only silence screams back
Heart hammering harder than the rounds in the black
No choice left but the dog — you hate to send him out
But the firefight’s raging and the window’s closing now
[Chorus]
Run, Gunther, run! Through the hail of lead
Snatch that spool of wire, use your Rottweiler speed
Willie fires once — the round kicks up the dirt
You grab it in your teeth and drop it where it hurts!
Good boy! Good boy! The mission’s underway
Unspool that lifeline, now it’s time to play
Swing the cuffs up high, catch the branch up there
Splice it to the antenna — get the signal in the air!
[Verse]
Working fast in the dirt, strip the insulation bare
Twist the wire to the radio, handcuffs dangling in the air
Twenty-five feet up, the cuffs catch and hold
Now the signal’s got a chance — worth more than gold
Key the mic, voice tight, steady, clear and cold
“443T to dispatcher — emergency traffic, copy?”
Static hisses… then a voice breaks through the storm
“Dispatcher to calling unit — report your situation, over”
[Bridge]
“Dispatcher, this is Lane at Pantak’s Kennel, sixty miles west
In a firefight with bank robbery suspects — officer down, send backup — now, do your best!”
A pause that lasts forever… then the words that break the night
“10-4, 443T… Help is rolling. Hold tight.”
[Chorus]
Run, Gunther, run! You made the impossible real
Faced the flying bullets, brought the wire with zeal
Built the makeshift lifeline, called the cavalry in
Gunther the hero pup — where the mission begins!
Good boy! Good boy! Ears forward, eyes on the prize
Pressed against the good leg under mountain skies
Help is coming now, but ’til the sirens break the door
You were never alone — Gunther, the Rottweiler corps!Help is rolling…
Still very much alone…
But the signal’s out…
Good boy, Gunther.
Mission accomplished..