Ramble in the Hills

First weekend in December

Hell if I'd remember

When she walked right out the door

But I really don't give a damn

I'm heading for my hunting camp

Tired of playin' matador

On the highway tryin' to be first

Worked me up a big thirst

Stopped off in Waterville

Tried dancin' with the ladies

But them boys were lookin' shady

So I took off for the hills

Bourbon bound for a ramble in the hills

Convoy's got more booze than a whiskey still

Gonna try our luck in the morning, maybe put a bullet through a whitetail

Bourbon bound for a ramble in the hills

Now I'm 44 northbound

Shotgun with a huntin' hound

Nose out of a roll window

Pedal to the floorboard

Flyin' on my own accord

41 miles to go

Sober was a hard sell

When I rolled into the Hotel

Stupored for another round

Stumbled out the bar drunk

Fell into a tree trunk

Split my ever-lovin' crown

Bourbon bound for a ramble in the hills

Convoy's got more booze than a whiskey still

Gonna try our luck in the morning, maybe put a bullet through a whitetail

Bourbon bound for a ramble in the hills

Oh that shine went down so smooth

Spent the night with them coyotes howlin' at the moon

We didn't hit the tree stand till the afternoon

Ohhh shouldn't have played with hundred three proof

Bourbon bound for a ramble in the hills

Convoy's got more booze than a whiskey still

Gonna try our luck in the morning, maybe put a bullet through a whitetail

Bourbon bound for a ramble in the hills