Lyrics

I ain't gettin' up early, ain't sittin' outside I've frozen my ass for the very last time Settin' my sights on a brand new kind of prey No sneakin' up on 'em, ain't gotta be quiet You don't need a gun and you don't need a knife Gotta good feelin' we'll be baggin' us a bunch today Well, it's beer season in my neck of the woods Well, they go down easy and they sure taste good Beer season, everybody's here There ain't no limit and it's open all year Well, I killed a big 40 ounce just the other day He didn't even run didn't try to get away Hung him on the wall for all my friends to see Like shootin' fish in a barrel, it just don't seem right It ain't against the law, you can kill 'em all night As
Writer(s): Kevin Fowler, Thom Shepherd, Jason Allen Sliger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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