He ran out of that bedroom 'bout as gung-ho As he can be in his Mossy Oak
Took a first hunt picture on my phone 'Fore he fell asleep on the way
I held the gun, he held the light A cup of coffee and a can of Sprite
The stand was only ten feet high but on top of the world that day
* I already knew he wouldn't see a thing
Been three more times and it's always the same
** 'Cause he moves too much and he talks too loud
But I don't mind 'cause I'm finding out
That even if it's just time we're killin', it's never felt more like livin'
They'll make you cuss and wear your patience thin
But next thing you know, they're all grown up and then
You're huntin' by yourself again
Well, I've heard 'em say these days don't last I know the years are gonna fly fast
Right out the door and never come back As bad as you want 'em too
And pretty soon, he'll sit in his own tree Be a bat outta hell with a set of keys
And chasin' girls is gonna be all he'll wanna do
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Runs out of that bedroom 'bout as gung-ho As he can be in his Mossy Oak
Hop in the truck and off we go I can't help but smile as he don't know
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