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I throw my gun in the back of my truck With it I hope to **** a 12-point buck While in the woods, BANG! I see the deer fall I take him home, freeze the meat, and mount his horns on my wall I grab my pole and tackle box and head to the lake At this time in the morning, I feel barely awake There is no school today, I’m glad there is no class A mighty tug on my line, I hook a large mouth bass There is nothing like hunting; waiting for the **** Cutting and cleaning the meat my freezer I’ll soon fill Deer steaks and deer jerky have such a great taste And with his head on my wall nothing goes to waste I like fishing, fishing is fun Fishing underneath the rising sun I like catching the fish and putting them in a net Fish is a great dish when the table is set My truck is unstoppable; it can’t beat I slam the door and strap myself in the seat I start the engine and press the gas to the floor My truck takes off and my engine lets out a roar I wouldn’t be able to hunt or fish if it wasn’t for my truck With it I carry poles, guns, and my fallen buck I pull my boat with my truck in four-wheel-drive At my destination I always arrive
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
The Old Truck; Fishin N' Huntin
I throw my gun in the back of my truck With it I hope to **** a 12-point buck While in the woods, BANG! I see the deer fall I take him home, freeze the meat, and mount his horns on my wall I grab my pole and tackle box and head to the lake At this time in the morning, I feel barely awake There is no school today, I’m glad there is no class A mighty tug on my line, I hook a large mouth bass There is nothing like hunting; waiting for the **** Cutting and cleaning the meat my freezer I’ll soon fill Deer steaks and deer jerky have such a great taste And with his head on my wall nothing goes to waste I like fishing, fishing is fun Fishing underneath the rising sun I like catching the fish and putting them in a net Fish is a great dish when the table is set My truck is unstoppable; it can’t beat I slam the door and strap myself in the seat I start the engine and press the gas to the floor My truck takes off and my engine lets out a roar I wouldn’t be able to hunt or fish if it wasn’t for my truck With it I carry poles, guns, and my fallen buck I pull my boat with my truck in four-wheel-drive At my destination I always arrive
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
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