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You Shot My Buck
You shot my buck
That’s just my luck
I had a bead on his eyes
And I was aiming to fire
And then you shot my buck
He was a four-by-four
When he fell to the floor
I was gonna tell the tale
Of that big white-tail
But it ain’t my story no more
Cause you shot my buck
That’s just my luck
I had a bead on his neck
And then what the heck
Aw man, you shot my buck
It would’ve been my first
Sometimes I think I’m cursed
Too slow on the draw
It’s my fatal flaw
This barrel’s about to burst
You shot my buck
That’s just my luck
I had a bead on his head
About to drop him dead
But then you shot my buck
What gives you the right
How do you sleep at night
It’s first come first serve
You got a lot of nerve
I had him right in my sights
You shot my buck
That’s just my luck
I had a bead on his spine
That muley was mine
But you jerk, you shot my buck
Don’t think I’ll ever forgive you
For taking my rack
And if I should outlive you
I’m taking it back
Cause you shot my buck
You know how much that sucks
I’ve waited my whole life
For this moment in time
And you fool, you shot my buck
You shot my buck
My bolt was stuck
I’ll never live this down
Don’t you make a sound
Or I’ll kick you right outta my truck
You shot my buck
That’s just my luck
I had a bead on his heart
And how it’s back to the start
You bugger, you shot my buck
You shot my buck
That’s just my luck
I’m just so upset
And I’ll never forget
That day you shot my buck