duck hunting song

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I got this off another hunting forum and thought you guys would like it

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HUNTING THE DUCK

This cramped city life is not right for a man

We're born to live free and to kill what we can

So it's off to the country where the air's fresh and clear

With a carton of cigarettes and twelve dozen beer.

Chorus

So blow the horn loudly and rev up the truck

We're off to the country to murder the duck.

We climb in the truck about six forty-five

And proceed to get tanked for the long weary drive

When we get to the cabin we're all brightly lit

Can't remember who drove and can't tell what we hit.

Chorus

It's up with the dawn, though coffee's no good

And down to the lake through the dew-spangled wood

When we get to the blind we're as happy as boys

Til we find out that Buddy forgot the decoys.

Chorus

We crouch without standing from nine until three

Except every few minutes we stand up and pee

At last! There's a duck and we fill it with lead

Can't figure who shot it but the sucker's sure dead.

Chorus

Then it's back to the cabin for whiskey and steak

Where we talk about women till nearly daybreak

No one believes what the other guys say

but we have to talk dirty to prove we're not gay.

Chorus

The next day the ducks are gone elsewhere in flocks

So we have to shoot beer cans and tree stumps and rocks

Dick lost his gun when he fell in the lake

And Tom shot a full can of beer by mistake.

Chorus

Then it's back to the city refreshed by our sport

Drinkin' gas by the gallon and beer by the quart

We have to draw straws to see you has the luck

To pick two pounds of lead out of three pounds of duck!

Chorus

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