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The One That Got Away
03:43
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Well I remember mine, I won’t forget that time
It was a cool and cloudy day
He was whitetail buck, just a sitting duck
Before he got away
He was a decent size if I remember right
I’s thinking 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
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 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
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
Well 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
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2. |
I'd Rather Be Hunting
02:39
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Got up on a Monday morn
Working seems to be the norm
Nine to five can be alright
But mostly just a thorn
I’d rather be hunting
In the prairie country
I’d rather be hunting
Till the sun goes down.
Got up on a Tuesday morn
Same story as the day before
Eight hours stress ‘n sweat
And I’m walking out the door
Got up on Wednesday
I ain’t got much more to say
Make it passed the mid-week hump
And drive away
Thursday the cock crowed
Three down, two more to go
Cup a joe and go
Let’s get this show on the road
Friday morning here at last
No rest for the middle class
Deer season so far away
I wish it would come fast
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3. |
Double Life
02:49
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I wonder if they know at all
Just where I go every fall
Cuz here in the old workplace
You put on a happy face
But I’m living this double life
Under this suit and tie
There’s a bushman deep inside
No longer can I can hide
I think I’ll start dropping hints
Wear my pocket knife with a clip
And when the weather turns cold and brisk
I’ll wear my orange toque and blood stained mitts!
I’m breaking out, I’m breaking free of this
hum-drum office monotony
this cubicle space is gettin’ a face lift
gonna hang up some antlers and some hunting pics
no more monkey suits and casual Fridays
From now on it’s camouflage and orange blaze
I think my rifle’d look good next to my computer
I’m putting rum and coke in the water cooler!
No more livin’ this double life
I’m trading my suit and tie
For the bushman deep inside
No longer can I hide
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4. |
Got Me a Gun
03:05
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Got me a gun gun, my very first real gun
Got me a gun, gonna take it on a deer hunt
Got me a gun gun, I can’t wait to shoot one
Got me a gun, gonna have some fun!
A package arrived just the other day
For four to six weeks, I could hardly wait
A big long box that was shaped just right
I tore into it like it was Christmas night!
I was so excited, I couldn’t wait to hold ‘er
Took ‘er out of the box, put ‘er up to my shoulder
And it felt just right, yeah, you know the feelin’
Couldn’t wait for November, I was almost squealin’!
I’m so sick and tired of using other people’s guns
And sightin ’em in, it just ain’t no fun
You aim high and left, it shoots low and to the right
Twenty clicks an inch, it just takes all night
But now with my own gun it’s gonna be so great
They won’t stand a chance, it’s gonna shoot so straight
Ya, no more missin’, gonna drop ’em on the spot
The deer’re gonna hate this here gun that I bought!
It’s a high-powered rifle, a two-seventy
A synthetic stock, but that’s okay with me
It’s a bolt-action gun that’s user friendly
With a detachable magazine!
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5. |
I Lost My Deer
04:49
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I lost my deer
He just disappeared
I could sense his fear
And now he’s in the clear
He was standing right there
Vanished in this air
Well I could see why he’s scared
Cause he woulda died there!
And now I’m singing this sad old song
Cause the only deer I’ve seen is gone
Was loading up my gun now it’s too late
If only I didn’t hesitate
Took my eye off the prize just for a minute
Don’tcha know you gotta shoot it before ya skin it
Ain’t no one else to blame out here but me
My deer is lost, he’s been set free (but not in a good way)
His pointy ears
And his big white rear
Were really quite near
I hope he’ll reappear
It don’t seem fair
He just gave me a stare
No he’s out there somewhere
And I don’t know where!
Well I shoulda pulled the trigger!
They don’t get much bigger!
I’m not sure what I was thinking!
He must a ran away while I was blinking!
If I don’t shed a tear
I’d be insincere
I must persevere
But I’ve been waiting all year!
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6. |
Which Way is North?
03:14
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Have you ever been lost
And you couldn’t find your way?
Well that’s how we’re feeling
On this cloudy day
Our directions are skewed
And wouldn’t you know it?
The weather’s turning ugly
While the wind is a blowin’
Which way is north?
Which way is south?
We’re lost in the bush
We can’t find our way out
Conditions are bad
And we might be done for
If we don’t quickly figure out
Which way is north
Been hunting these same hills
For 30 odd years
Never been lost before
And always found lots of deers
But now here we are
In the middle of the day
Visibility is zero
And everything’s gray
I ask the other two guys
We all hum and haw
And point three different ways
as our directions are flawed
Well never in my life
Have I felt so ill
For sure we’re gonna die
In these native sand hills
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7. |
I Swore That Was a Doe
04:30
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*based on a story told by a friend
You know I feel so bad
About what I done
The life he coulda had
Before he met my gun
I can’t take it back
It was an accident
I didn’t see the rack
On the top of his head
I swore that was a doe
I swore that was a doe
I swore that was a big fat doe
But no, no, no
I swore that was a doe
But his antlers didn’t show
I swore that was a big fat doe
But wouldn’tcha know
I had to bury him in the snow
It all happened so fast
Thank God no one saw
And if the C.O.’s ask
I’ll deny it all
I’m not a bad guy
This happens all the time
That’s what we tell ourselves
To help us sleep at night
In the snow, If only I had known
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8. |
What's Over That Hill?
03:42
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Dear Mister Deer,
Where are you hiding today?
I only wish that you would
Come out so we could play
Walking the trails
With my rifle
Looking for the kill
If I only knew
What’s over that hill
I’m skeakin’ up that hill
All these hills and trees
Now there’s a hill right beside me
Curiosity is getting the better of me
I’ll put my belly down on the ground
I won’t make a sound
You gotta go slow so that you don’t
Scare all the does
I know it takes time but I don’t mind
I’m up for the climb
I just gotta see what’s on the other side!
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I remember my first time
The sun, it did not shine
Still I felt the beauty of
That rugged countryside
Later on that night
The rules not yet defined
My wife’s dad took me aside
And gave me this advice (and he said)
“Never tell a man where you hunt!
His brother or his son
That’s confidential information
Don’t you tell no one!
You may think it’s no big deal
But I assure you this is real
You tell people, next thing it’s too
Crowded in the field!”
Well I took his advice
I thought that might be wise
Now when people ask me where I hunt
I look them in the eyes
I say “It’s way out in the sticks
Two hundred miles of grids
Somewhere north or west or is it
South of Swift Current?”
Never tell a man where you hunt!
Don’t care how big his gun
That’s privileged information boy
So don’t you tell no one!
Never tell a man where you hunt
Never tell a man where you hunt
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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 whitetail
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
Had a bead on his head
About to drop him dead
But then you shot my buck
What gives you the right?
How d’you sleep at night?
It’s first come first serve
You got a lot a nerve
I had ’em right in my sights
You shot my buck!
That’s just my luck
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
If I should to 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 out of my truck
You shot my buck!
That’s just my luck
Had a bead on his heart
And now 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
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Danny Joe regina, Saskatchewan
Danny Joe resides in Southern Saskatchewan – the heart of the Canadian prairies and home to the best hunting on earth. His Americana song-style will have you tapping your toes to candid hunting stories. Lyrical inspiration is drawn from his own personal experiences, as well as his hunting mates. This lead to meaningful and engaging songs that every hunter can connect with and belt along to. ... more
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