Free Crap That Came In The Mail: Ain't Goin' Down ('Til The Mail Comes In)

Mmm, yeah. There are no words. The only Garth Brooks songs I can think of off the top of my head right now seem wholly inappropriate for lullabye material--"Friends In Low Places" (drinking!), "The Thunder Rolls" (domestic abuse!). But you have to admit that the headset microphone on that dog is a nice, and adorable, touch.