She’s always counting my beers and she’s cutting me off
She don’t like none of my friends and she’s scared of my dogs
She never wants to party with me on the weekend
She’s always picking fights for no good reason, man
She hates my old lucky boots, always trashing my truck
Telling me what to do, I’m just holding my tongue
And my buddies didn’t understand, till I told ’em y’all
Her daddy’s got hunting land
A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
Little slice of heaven, out in God’s country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain’t a part of my twelve-point plan
So I’ma bite the bullet, hold it together
Try to keep her happy, least till December
If I ain’t in a stand I’ll be holding her hand
‘Cause her daddy’s got hunting land
Soon as I shook his hand, we were hitting it off
Looking up at the stuff hanging up on his wall
She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out
But I’s a deer in headlights when he told me about
A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
Little slice of heaven, out in God’s country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain’t a part of my twelve-point plan
So I’ma bite the bullet, hold it together
Try to keep her happy, least till December
If I ain’t in a stand I’ll be holding her hand
‘Cause her daddy’s got hunting land
I probably should and could leave for a hundred reasons
But I gotta make it through one rifle season on that
Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
Little slice of heaven, out in God’s country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain’t a part of my twelve-point plan
So I’ma bite the bullet, hold it together
Try to keep her happy, least till December
If I ain’t in a stand I’ll be holding her hand
‘Cause her daddy’s got hunting land
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