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The One That Got Away
Well I remember mine
I won’t forget that time
It was a cool and cloudy day
He was a white-tail buck
Just a sitting duck
Before he got away
He was a decent size
If I remember right
I’s thinkin’ how much he must weigh
But as you might have guessed
And as this song suggests
He’s my one that got away
The one that got away
Everyone’s got a story to tell
And the animal gets bigger every day
It’s the one that got away
Yeah he was pretty big
In fact I think
He's the biggest we’d seen all day
Not quite a Hansen Buck
But I was still awe-struck
By the rack that he displayed
He was a four-by-four
Or was it five or more
It doesn’t matter anyway
Cause as big as he was
I’m choking up because
Now he’s someone else’s prey
The one that got away
Everyone’s got a story to tell
And the animal gets bigger every day
It’s the one that got away
Well there ain’t no glory to this part of the story
It’s kinda hard for me to say
He’s over by that tree just as calm as could be
About fifty yards away
I pulled the trigger but on account of buck fever
My bullet went astray
I pulled the trigger again and again and again
But much to my dismay
He's the one that got away
Everyone’s got a story to tell
And the animal gets bigger every day
It’s the one that got away
Everyone’s got a story to tell
And the animal gets bigger every day
It’s the one that got away