The Bird Hunters Turnpike Troubadours

[Verse 1]
Well the covey took wing
Shotguns a-singing
A pointing dog down in the old logging road
And Danny got three and looked back a-grinning
I fumbled around and I tried to reload
The country was cold with the sun westward sinking
It's good to be back in this place
With my hands around a Belgian made Browning
My mind on the lines of her face

[Verse 2]
Well now Danny's my buddy
We grew up like family
Hunted this timber before we could drive
And the old English Pointer, he once belonged to me
But I give him up when i moved in '05
Off with a girl
Off to the city
Off on a wing and a chance
Hell, I thought it'd play out just like some story
We fell in love at a rodeo dance

[Chorus]
She said, "Go on back to Cherokee County
Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb"
Says, "Babe, If you need me I'll be where you found me
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home"