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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…