He's got 17 coon dogs out in the pen
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Ten 11 point bucks hangin' in his den
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If he ain't a'huntin' he's a'watching a show
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There's things about huntin' that he don't know
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And if I was a bettin' woman
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I'd lay my money down
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I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
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Than he spends in this house
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I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out
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It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin', no good blue tick hound
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Well, I'm sick of squirrel gravy and I'm sick of coon stew
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Fence posts, shock collars, chicken wire, too
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If he ain't a'huntin' he's out at the lake
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Suckin' on a long neck, changin' his bait
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And if I was a bettin' woman
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I'd lay my money down
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I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
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Than he spends in this house
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I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out
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It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin', no good blue tick hound
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Go boys...
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He may as well be invisible in his Realtree overalls
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I can barely see him through the treestand seated underwear and turkey calls
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The Lord help me with this problem I can't figure no way out
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It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin', no good blue tick hound
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The Hunter's Wife
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