Never Tell a Man Where You Hunt

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)

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

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…