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Never Tell a Man Where You Hunt

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Well I remember my first time

The sun it did not shine

Still I felt the beauty of

That rugged countryside

Later on that night

The rules not yet defined

My wife’s dad took me aside

And gave me this advice (and he said)

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Never tell a man where you hunt

His brother or his son

That’s confidential information

Don’t you tell no one

You may think it’s no big deal

But I assure you this is real

You tell people, next thing

It’s too crowded in the field

 

Na na na na…

 

Well I took his advice

I thought that might be wise

Now when people ask me where I hunt

I look them in the eyes

I say “it’s way out in the sticks

Two hundred miles of grids

Somewhere north or west or is it

South of Swift Current”

 

Never tell a man where you hunt

His brother or his son

That’s confidential information

Don’t you tell no one

You may think it’s no big deal

But I assure you this is real

You tell people, next thing

It’s too crowded in the field

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Never tell a man where you hunt

I don’t care how big his gun

That’s privileged information boy

So don’t you tell no one

 

Na na na na…

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