Lyrics

There's a picture hanging up '02 Kansas in the fall Me and you sitting behind the biggest buck we'd ever saw Your ought six is on the mantle Collecting dust is all it's doing So I took it out this morning I hope you don't mind if I use it Yeah, the weather's almost perfect And the acorns really fell I bet the hunting's good up in Heaven But down here, the hurting's hell 'Cause you ain't here to chase these deer Drink these beers and ride these dirt roads Crank some Hank, on the way to spend all day up in a white oak There's a lot of things I'da told you If I'da known that you were leaving This is gonna be my hardest hunting season That buck that you been chasing He showed up and I let him walk 'Cause if you ain't here to tell the story I don't want him on the wall I wish that I could just go back now And not have to fight these tears I know you're on a stand up there But I wish that you were down here But you ain't here to chase these deer Drink these beers and ride these dirt roads Crank some Hank, on the way to spend all day up in a white oak There's a lot of things I'd'a told you If I'da known that you were leaving This is gonna be my hardest hunting season I keep your camo hat for luck That beat-up bottom land Naw, I ain't missed a morning But I sure do miss you, man Since you ain't here to chase these deer Drink these beers and ride these dirt roads Crank some Hank, on the way to spend all day up in a white oak There's a lot of things I'd'a told you If I'd'a known that you were leaving This is gonna be my hardest hunting season This is gonna be my hardest hunting season Yeah, this is gonna be my hardest hunting season