[Verse 1]
Honey don't you be yelling at me when I'm cleanin' my gun
I'll wash the blood off the tailgate when deer season's done
We've got one more weekend to go
And I'd like to kill one more doe
[Verse 2]
So I'll shovel the sidewalk again 'cause you're still in a stew
And I'll bet the bridge tender's widow won't mind
That I can't please you
She's sure got the run of the men
Out here where the pickings are thin
And there's not much to do
[Bridge 1]
And I woke up last night
In the grip of a fright
Scared to breathe for I might make a noise
Of this life that we crave
So little we save
'Tween the grandparents' graves
And the grandchildren's toys
[Verse 3]
And we grew up hard
And our children don't know what that means
We turned into our parents before we were out of our teens
Through a series of Chevy's and Fords
The occasional spin round the floor
At the Copper Canteen
Honey don't you be yelling at me when I'm cleanin' my gun
I'll wash the blood off the tailgate when deer season's done
We've got one more weekend to go
And I'd like to kill one more doe
[Verse 2]
So I'll shovel the sidewalk again 'cause you're still in a stew
And I'll bet the bridge tender's widow won't mind
That I can't please you
She's sure got the run of the men
Out here where the pickings are thin
And there's not much to do
[Bridge 1]
And I woke up last night
In the grip of a fright
Scared to breathe for I might make a noise
Of this life that we crave
So little we save
'Tween the grandparents' graves
And the grandchildren's toys
[Verse 3]
And we grew up hard
And our children don't know what that means
We turned into our parents before we were out of our teens
Through a series of Chevy's and Fords
The occasional spin round the floor
At the Copper Canteen
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