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