| Out in the sticks and the squirrels and the ticks
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| Andy my 30−06, I’m runnin' out of Miller Lite
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| Trucks in park, the dog won’t bark
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| Couple hours till dark
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| Wishin' one would walk by Might as well left my gun in the gun rack
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| Been here all day
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| All I killed’s a twelve pack
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| Chours
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| Sittin' here waitin' on a deer, drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets
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| Aimin' at the empties, missin' hittin' pine trees
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| It ain’t my fault them cans keep movin'
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| My baby’s on the phone sayin' baby come home
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| Where you been and
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| What you’ve been doin'
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| We’ll I’ve been, sittin' here, waitin' on a deer
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| Drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets
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| The only deer I’ve seen’s been John Deere green
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| And that don’t mean, that I got a raw deal
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| 'Cause ain’t no boss callin' me hoss
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| Tickin' me off on the edge of this cornfield
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| On my second box of Winchester hundred grains
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| Ain’t seen a big buck but it’s been a good day
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| Chorus (x2)
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| Sittin' here, waitin' on a deer,
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| Drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets |