Dustin Lynch, Riley Green - Huntin' Land lyrics
[Dustin Lynch, Riley Green - Huntin' Land lyrics]
She's always counting my beers
Then she's cutting me off
She don't like none of my friends
And she's scared of my dog
She never wants to party with
Me on the weekend
She's always picking fights for
No good reason
Man
She hates my old lucky boots
Always trashing my truck
Telling me what to do
I'm just holding my tongue
Man my buddies didn't understand
Till I told 'em y'all
Her daddy's got hunting land
A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
Try to keep her happy, least till December
If I ain't in the stand
I'll be holding her hand
'Cause her daddy's got hunting land
Soon as I shook his hand
We were hitting it off
Looking up at the studs hanging
Up on his wall
She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out
But I's a deer in the headlights
When he told me about
A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
Try to keep her happy, least till December
If I ain't in the stand
I'll be holding her hand
'Cause her daddy's got hunting land
I probably shoulda cut bait
For a hundred reasons
But I gotta make it through
One rifle season on that
Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
Try to keep her happy, least till December
If I ain't in the stand
I'll be holding her hand
'Cause her daddy's got hunting land
Then she's cutting me off
She don't like none of my friends
And she's scared of my dog
She never wants to party with
Me on the weekend
She's always picking fights for
No good reason
Man
She hates my old lucky boots
Always trashing my truck
Telling me what to do
I'm just holding my tongue
Man my buddies didn't understand
Till I told 'em y'all
Her daddy's got hunting land
A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
Try to keep her happy, least till December
If I ain't in the stand
I'll be holding her hand
'Cause her daddy's got hunting land
Soon as I shook his hand
We were hitting it off
Looking up at the studs hanging
Up on his wall
She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out
But I's a deer in the headlights
When he told me about
A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
Try to keep her happy, least till December
If I ain't in the stand
I'll be holding her hand
'Cause her daddy's got hunting land
I probably shoulda cut bait
For a hundred reasons
But I gotta make it through
One rifle season on that
Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
Little slice of heaven, out in God's country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
Try to keep her happy, least till December
If I ain't in the stand
I'll be holding her hand
'Cause her daddy's got hunting land