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Deerslayer
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Deerslayer wurde am 12. Februar 2002 von Curb als Teil des Albums Osama-Yo' Mama veröffentlicht
12. Februar 2002
LabelCurb
SpracheEnglish
BPM100
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

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Songtexte

Well, late one night while driving home
I stopped to use a roadside phone
To call my wife and tell her I was headed back
When somewhere out of that mist and fog
Came a big deer running from a pack of dogs
And that deer ran right into the side of my Cadillac
Well, it cracked like thunder when he banged his head
And the deer fell over and I thought he was dead
And it spooked the dogs and they ran off back into the woods
So I picked that deer up by his feet
And laid him out real neat in my back seat
I'm thinking some venison stew might taste real good
Deer slayer
Yeah, that head'll look real good up on the wall
What with those big antlers and all, mhm
Well, I started to put my car in drive
When son of a gun, he came alive
Kicking and a-snorting in the back of my Cadillac
Breaking windows and smashing doors
And I'm not gonna say what he did on the floor
And then he jumped the seat and stomped up and down my back
Well, I was just trying to stay alive
So I jumped out and left the deer inside
And ran to the phone so I could call 911
And then I heard a noise and I froze in my tracks
Sounded like those dogs might be coming back
And I looked up and sure enough, here they come
Deer slayer
Now leading that pack was a big old hound
With his ears a-flopping and his nose to the ground
And I knew he wouldn't like me stealing his deer
Now that deer had his antlers up through the sunroof
And I'm climbing up the telephone booth
When that dog jumped up and bit me on the rear
Help, give me the police
Thank God for 911
Somebody get on out here quick
And be sure to bring your gun
I got hound dogs sniffing at my heels
And vampires a-wrecking my Coupe DeVille
Help, give me the police
Thank God for 911 (911)
Well, those hound dogs held us both at bay
'Til the police came and chased them away
And then they said, "Buddy, you can
Drop that phone now and come on down
We can't think of any rhyme or reason
For you having that deer 'cause it's out of season
I think we better all just go see the judge back in town"
Deer slayer
Well, well, well, you see, Your Honor, I'd just like to mention
Uh, that deer was in bad need of medical attention
And, uh, uh, uh, would you believe I, I was taking him to the vet?
He said, "Thirty days and you do it again
And I'll lock you up 'til Lord knows when
And teach you a lesson you never will forget"
Now my Cadillac's a total wreck
I got hoof prints all over my back
And dog bites on my toes and up my shins
Yeah, my wife's run off and my job is gone
And I'm here in the jailhouse all alone
And I know one thing I will never say again
Help, give me the police
Thank God for 911
Somebody get on out here quick
And be sure to bring your gun
I got hound dogs sniffing at my heels
And vampires a-wrecking my Coupe DeVille
Help, give me the police
Thank God for 911 (911)
I tell you one thing, from now on roadkill is off my menu
At least from now on I'll make sure it's dead
Not just playing possum
Deer slayer
Venison stew, huh
I'll take chicken noodle soup any day
Deer slayer
Barbecue's good too
And sausage? Hey, Jimmy Dean is my hero
Whoa-ho-ho
Deer slayer
Written by: Glenn Fortner, Ray Stevens

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