The Hunter's Wife

(Album: Hell On Heels - 2011)

He's got 17 coon dogs out in the pen
Ten 11 point bucks hanging in his den
If he ain't a'hunting he's a'watching a show
There's things about hunting that he don't know

And if I was a betting woman
I'd lay my money down
I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
Than he spends in this house
I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carrying, tobacco chewing, no good blue tick hound

Well, I'm sick of squirrel gravy and I'm sick of coon stew
Fence posts, shock collars, chicken wire, too
If he ain't a'hunting he's out at the lake
Sucking on a long neck, changing his bait

And if I was a betting woman
I'd lay my money down
I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
Than he spends in this house
I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carrying, tobacco chewing, no good blue tick hound

Go boys...

He may as well be invisible in his Realtree overalls
I can barely see him through the treestand seated underwear and turkey calls
The Lord help me with this problem I can't figure no way out
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carrying, tobacco chewing, no good blue tick hound