| I’m gonna shine up my boots pick out my best hat
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| Goin' to a place called the Old Briar Patch
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| Gonna get loose and I’m gonna have fun
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| Gonna go huntin' but I won’t need a gun now
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| Well the season’s always open and there ain’t no limit you see
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| And they can be more challenging than a rocky mountain sheep
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| I have hunted them four legged deer but the two legged are a lot more fun
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| I’m gonna go huntin' tonight Lord but I ain’t takin' no gun
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| No the kind of game I’m lookin' for is not that hard to snare
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| But they can be more dangerous than a big old grizzly bear
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| They got long claws long legs and a skin already tanned in the sun
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| Gonna go huntin' tonight Lord but I ain’t takin' no gun
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| Now those big old beautiful wildcats they’re the kind that are hard to track
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| The joint is crawlin' with the other hunters and the she cats are doublin' back
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| Now is the time for patience don’t fire on the first one
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| Don’t waste your bullets on a little bitty baby get a full grown woman
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| No the kind of game I’m lookin' for is not that hard to snare…
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| I’m gonna go huntin' tonight Lord but I ain’t lightnin' no gun |