The Hunt (feat. Tracy Byrd)

I thought the hunt

Was waking up with daddy in them ice cold winter months

Climbing in a blind or a stand or boat

Waking up the sun

Hand warmer in your pocket cause you know

There gonna go numb

On that hand me down gun

The hunt

Was piling in a truck with some

Buddies when the mornins done

Hittin that diner get some steak and eggs for lunch

That's all it was

I learned to cuss, i learned to pray

Learned you miss every shot that you don't take

Its a lot better from field to plate

Patience goes a long way

I used to think it was all about

What's on the wall and big bucks down

It took growin up to find out

He was teaching and preaching and raising a son

And i thought it was just, the hunt

The hunt

Is what doin when your looking for first job

What your on till you finally find the right one

To settle down in a little house on a twenty acre block

To hunt

Cause I learned cuss, i learned to pray

Learned you miss every shot that you don't take

Its a lot better from field to plate

Patience goes a long way

I used to think it was all about

What's on the wall and big bucks down

It took growin up to find out

He was teaching and preaching and raising a son

And i thought it was just, the hunt

Now it's me my dad and his grandson

Dressed in camo about to go on

The hunt

He'll learn to cuss, he'll learn to pray

Learn you miss every shot that you don't take

Its a lot better from field to plate

Patience goes a long way

I'm sure he thinks it was all about

What's on the wall and big bucks down

But he'll grow up and find out

I was teaching and preaching and raising a son

And passin down the hunt