The Hunter’s Wife

Lyrics

[Verse 1] He's got 17 coon dogs out in the pen Ten 11 point bucks hangin' in his den If he ain't a'huntin' he's a'watching a show Teaches things about huntin' that he don't know [Chorus] And if I was a bettin' woman I'd lay my money down I'd bet he spends more time in them woods Than he spends in this house I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out It's like I'm married to a shotgun-carryin' Tobacco-chewin', no good blue tick hound [Verse 2] Well, I'm sick of squirrel gravy and I'm sick of coon stew Fence posts, shock collars, chicken wire, too If he ain't a'huntin' he's out at the lake Suckin' on a long neck, changin' his bait [Chorus] And if I was a bettin' woman I'd lay my money down I'd bet he spends more time in them woods Than he spends in this house I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out It's like I'm married to a shotgun-carryin' Tobacco-chewin', no good blue tick hound Go boys... [Verse 3] He may as well be invisible in his Realtree overalls I can barely see him through the tree stands Heated underwear, and turkey calls The Lord help me with this problem I can't figure no way out It's like I'm married to a shotgun-carryin' Tobacco-chewin', no good blue tick hound