Well, i shot my cousin's butt off, in a huntin' accident, and he jumps every time a door slams, and can't work because of the limp.
I didn't really mean to do it, an' it happened a long time ago.
But i'll never tarnish the words that satisfy my soul
Skin a buck
I'm half covered in skunk piss, sittin' up in a tree.
I'm so goddamn wasted, gonna shoot anything i see.
Last night while i was huntin', i fell asleep and had a dream, that all the deers had rifles an' they were comin' after me
Skin a buck
Well i got my first rifle when i was only ten. it kicked and bruised my shoulder, and then i became a man.
Shootin' from the back of a pickup, huntin' for our next meal. daddy at the spotlight, mama at the wheel.
Skin a buck
Writer(s): Blaine Cartwright, Joseph Scott Luallen, Ruyter Suys
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