Huntin’ Land

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dustin Lynch] She's always countin' my beers, then she's cuttin' me off She don't like none of my friends and she's scared of my dog She never wants to party with me on the weekend She's always pickin' fights for no good reason, man She hates my old lucky boots, always trashin' my truck Tellin' me what to do, I'm just holdin' my tongue Man, my buddies didn't understand 'Til I told 'em, "Y'all, her daddy's got huntin' land" [Chorus: Dustin Lynch] A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky Little slice of heaven out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together Try to keep her happy, least 'til December If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holdin' her hand 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land [Verse 2: Riley Green] As soon as I shook his hand, we were hittin' it off Lookin' up at the studs hangin' up on his wall She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out But I was a deer in the headlights when he told me about [Chorus: Dustin Lynch] A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky Little slice of heaven out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together Try to keep her happy, least 'til December If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holdin' her hand 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land [Bridge: Riley Green] I probably shoulda cut bait for a hundred reasons But I gotta make it through one rifle season on that [Chorus: Dustin Lynch] Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky Little slice of heaven out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together Try to keep her happy, least 'til December If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holdin' her hand 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land