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Luke Bryan

Huntin', Fishin' And Lovin' Every Day

 

Huntin', Fishin' And Lovin' Every Day

(album: Kill The Lights - 2015)


If I could make a living from walking in the woods
You can bet I'd be sitting pretty good
High on a hill looking at a field down wind
If I could make a nickel off of turning them bass
Never worry bout the price of gas
I'd be wheeling and dealing and sitting there reeling 'em in

Hunting, fishing, and loving every day
That's the prayer that a country boy prays
Thank God He made me this way
Hunting, fishing, and loving every day
Early in the morning, late in the evening
I'm getting red dirt rich and Flint River paid
Hunting, fishing, and loving every day

I get a little farm pond buzz
Sound of gravel when I'm backing up
Pulling the string on a 9.9 two-stroke (Mercury)
I love it when my baby wants to roll with me
Throws her boots on, climbs in a tree
Tucking her hair in my hat and she's ready to go

And we get to hunting, fishing and loving every day
That's the prayer that a country boy prays
Thank God He made me this way
Hunting, fishing and loving every day
Early in the morning, late in the evening
I'm getting red dirt rich and Flint River paid
Hunting, fishing and loving every day

So while y'all are up there
Breathing in that old dirty air
I'll be down here
Knee-deep in the Muckalee

Hunting, fishing and loving every day
I wanna see them tall pines sway
Y'all close them eyes, let's go there in our minds

Hunting, fishing, and loving every day
That's the prayer this country boy prays
Thank God He made me this way
Hunting, fishing and loving every day
Black coffee in the mornin, dark whiskey in the evening
I'm getting red dirt rich and Flint River paid
Hunting, fishing and loving every day

Won't you come along with me
Won't you come along with me
I know you wanna see
Hunting, fishing, and loving every day

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