Huntin - SimxSantana

Whoa, whoa, mmm If I could make a livin' walkin' in the woods You could bet I'd be sittin' pretty good High on a hill lookin' at a field downwind If I could make a nickel off a turning 'em bass Never worry about the price of gas I'd be wheelin' and dealin' and sittin' there reelin' 'em in A huntin', fishin', and lovin' every day That's the prayer that a country boy prays Thank God He made me this way Huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day Early in the mornin' and late in the evenin' I'm gettin' red dirt rich and Flint River pay Huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day I'd get a little farm pond buzz Sound of gravel when I back it up And pullin' the string on a nine point nine two-stroke Murphy I love it when my baby wants to roll with me Throws her boots on, climbs in a tree Tuckin' her hair in my hat and she's ready to go And we'd get to huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day That's the prayer that a country boy prays Thank God He made me this way Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day Early in the mornin' and late in the evenin' I'm gettin' red dirt rich, Flint River pay Huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day So, while y'all are up there Breathin' in that dirty air I'll be down here knee-deep in the Muckalee, uhm Huntin', Fishin', Lovin' everyday I wanna see them tall pines sway Y'all close them eyes And let's go there in our minds Huntin', fishin', and lovin' every day That's the prayer this country boy prays Thank God He made me this way Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day Black coffee in the mornin' and dark whiskey in the evenin' I get red dirt rich and Flint River pay Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day, woo Come on Won't you come along with me? Won't you come along with me? I know you'll wanna see Huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day, yeah

[Violent J] Well, I'm heading down a southern trail; I'm going chicken huntin' Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky Why I never liked chicken pot pie? Or the chopped chicken on rye? So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut What can you do with the drunken hillbilly Cut his f**king eyes out and feed em to his Aunt Milly Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets Laid out all over the grass Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast Last as long as you can my man 'Cause when that chicken head hits the fan, you got Blood guts fingers and toes (3x) Sittin front row at the chicken show so... [Chorus (1x)] Who's going chicken huntin We's goin' chicken huntin' (3x) Cut a motherf**king chicken up, right! [Shaggy 2 Dope] Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy 'Cause I chop motherf**king redneck silly Peeked in his yard and what did I see I seen a chicken boy f**king a sheep I say "Mister Mister, what the f**k you trying to do" ?"Ah, Billy Billy Billy Boo"? Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head The back of your neck's all over the shed Boomshacka boom chop chop bang I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang To cut a chicken, trigger's clickin Blow off his head but his feet still kickin Last as long as you can my man 'Cause when that chicken head hits the fan you got Blood guts fingers and toes (3x) Sittin front row at the chicken show so... [Chorus (1x)] [Violent J] Went to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky Riding on a chicken, milking a cow Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow [Shaggy 2 Dope] Redneck fella, moonshine sella Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker You redneck f**ker! [Chorus (1x)]

She's always countin' my beers, then she's cuttin' me off She don't like none of my friends and she's scared of my dog 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 trashin' my truck Telling me what to do, I'm just holdin' my tongue But hey, my buddies didn't understand 'til I told 'em, y'all Her daddy's got huntin' 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 'til December If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holding her hand 'Cause her daddy's got hunting land As soon as I shook his hand, we were hittin' it off Lookin' up at the studs hangin' up on his wall She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out But I's a deer in the 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 'til December If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holdin' her hand 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land I probably shoulda cut bait 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 'til December If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holdin' her hand 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land