Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deerslayer, artist - Ray Stevens.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Deerslayer |
Late one night while driving home I stopped to use a roadside phone |
To call my wife and tell her I was headed back |
When somewhere out of the mist and the fog came a big deer running from a pack |
of dogs |
And that deer ran right into the side of my Cadillac |
Well, it cracked like thunder when he banged his head, the deer fell over and I |
thought he’s dead |
And it spooked the dogs and they ran back In the woods |
So I picked up that deer up by his feet, laid him out real neat in my back seat |
I’m thinkin' some venison stew might taste real good |
(Deerslayer) |
That head will look real good up on my wall |
What with those big antlers and all, heh, heh |
Well, I started to put my car in drive when, son of a gun, he came alive |
Kicking and snorting in the back of my Cadillac |
Breaking windows and smashing doors and I’m not gonna say what he did on the |
floor |
And then he jumped the seat and stomped up and down my back |
Well, I was trying to stay alive so I jumped out and left the deer inside |
Ran to the phone so I could call 911 |
Then I heard a noise and froze in my tracks, sounded like those dogs might be |
comin' back |
And I looked up and sho-nuff here they come |
(Deerslayer) |
Well, leading that pack was a big old hound, his ears a floppin' and his nose |
to the ground |
And I knew he wouldn’t like me stealing his deer |
Now that deer had his antlers up through the sunroof and I’m climbin' up the |
telephone booth |
When that dog jumped up and bit me on the rear |
Help! |
Gimme the police! |
Thank God for 911 |
Somebody get on here quick and be sure to bring your gun |
I got hound dogs nippin' at my heels and Bambi’s wreckin' my Coupe DeVille |
Help! |
Gimme the police! |
Thank God for 911 |
Well, the hound dogs held us both at bay 'til the po-lice came and chased them |
away |
Then they said, «Buddy, you can drop that phone now, and come on down |
We can’t think of any rhyme or reason for you having that deer 'cause it’s out |
of season |
And I think we’d better all go see the judge back in town» |
(Deerslayer) |
Well, you see your Honor, I’d just like to mention that the deer was in bad |
need of medical attention |
And would you believe I was taking him to the vet? |
He said thirty days and you do it again and I’ll lock you up 'til Lord knows |
when |
And teach you a lesson you will never forget |
Now my Cadillac’s a total wreck I got hoof prints all over my back |
And dog bites on my toes and up my shins |
My wife’s run off- my job is gone and I’m here in the jailhouse all alone |
And I know one thing I won’t ever say again |
Help! |
Gimme the police! |
Thank God for 911 |
Somebody get on here quick and be sure to bring your gun |
I got hound dogs nippin' at my heels and Bambi’s wreckin' my Coupe DeVille |
Help! |
Gimme the police! |
Thank God for 911 |
I’ll tell you one thing — from now on |
Road kill is off my menu |
At least from now on — I’ll make sure it’s dead! |
And not just playin' possum |
Venison stew — Humph! |
I’ll take chicken noodle soup any day! |
BBQ’s good too |
And sausage! |
Hey, Jimmy Dean is my hero |