| Well the covey took wing
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| Shotguns a-singing
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| A pointing dog down in the old logging road
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| And Danny got three and looked back a-grinning
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| I fumbled around and I tried to reload
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| The country was cold with the sun westward sinking
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| It’s good to be back in this place
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| With my hands around a Belgian made Browning
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| My mind on the lines of her face
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| Well now Danny’s my buddy
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| We grew up like family
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| Hunted this timber before we could drive
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| And the old English Pointer, he once belonged to me
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| But I give him up when i moved in '05
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| Off with a girl
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| Off to the city
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| Off on a wing and a chance
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| Hell, I thought it’d play out just like some story
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| We fell in love at a rodeo dance
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| She said, «Go on back to Cherokee County
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| Won’t you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb»
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| Says, «Babe, If you need me I’ll be where you found me
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| Go on to hell, honey, I’m headed home»
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| Dan says, «Look at ol' Jim
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| A dozen Decembers behind him no worse for the wear
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| And your time spent in Tulsa did not help your shooting
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| And look at the gray in your hair
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| How good does it feel?
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| You belong in these hills
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| It’s best that you let it all end
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| If you’d married that girl, you’d have married her family
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| You dodged a bullet my friend»
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| She said, «Go on back to Cherokee County
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| Won’t you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb»
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| Says, «Babe, If you need me I’ll be where you found me
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| Go on to hell, honey, I’m headed home»
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| Ah, and I was beginning to deal with it ending
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| The old dog had pointed while part of me died
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| And a flutter of feathers
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| Then a shotgun to shoulder
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| I thought of the Fourth of July
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| She’ll be home on the Fourth of July
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| I bet we’ll dance on the Fourth of July
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| Dan says, «Hell of a shot, looks like you still got it
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| That’s what we came here to do
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| Well, it’s light enough still, at the foot of the hill
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| We could kick up a single or two»
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| She said, «Go on back to Cherokee County
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| Won’t you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb»
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| Says, «Babe, If you need me I’ll be where you found me
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| Go on to hell, honey, I’m headed home
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| Go on to hell, honey, I’m headed home» |