The Hunting Song

I always will remember

'Twas a year ago, November

I went out to hunt some deer

On a mornin', bright and clear

I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow

Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow

I was in no mood to trifle

I took down my trusty rifle

And went out to stalk my prey

What a haul I made that day

I tied them to my fender, and I drove them home somehow

Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow

The law was very firm, it took away my permit

The worst punishment I ever endured

It turned out there was a reason

Cows were out of season and one of the hunters wasn't insured

People ask me how I do it

And I say, "There's nothin' to it

You just stand there lookin' cute

And when something moves, you shoot"

And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now

Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a purebred Guernsey cow