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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…