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Hunting dove down on the backroad way on back only the rancher knows he doesn’t care so we wait for flight 12 gauges ready to start our plight Ring necks, white wings, and mourning’s are game chichi birds make us swing all the same listening for the whistle and the beat of the wing one of us today, will win the brass ring Limiting out is what we’re hoping for but if not, you couldn’t hope for more outside with friends and family alike kids getting bored, gone on a hike Men at the truck with cold Coors Light relaxing outdoors, no one’s uptight suns getting low, they are about to fly here they come, hear the wings sigh Draw a bead and a lead and fire away one bird down, hope there’s more we pray birds on the tailgate at the end of fight get em’ all clean before the black of the night.
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
Dove hunting
Hunting dove down on the backroad way on back only the rancher knows he doesn’t care so we wait for flight 12 gauges ready to start our plight Ring necks, white wings, and mourning’s are game chichi birds make us swing all the same listening for the whistle and the beat of the wing one of us today, will win the brass ring Limiting out is what we’re hoping for but if not, you couldn’t hope for more outside with friends and family alike kids getting bored, gone on a hike Men at the truck with cold Coors Light relaxing outdoors, no one’s uptight suns getting low, they are about to fly here they come, hear the wings sigh Draw a bead and a lead and fire away one bird down, hope there’s more we pray birds on the tailgate at the end of fight get em’ all clean before the black of the night.
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
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