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| Here I sit, up in a tree With my bow right next to me. Waiting for a friggin deer Guess I'll have another beer. Another hour comes and goes All I've seen is friggin does Waiting for that friggin buck Got some more beer in my truck. Climbed down the tree to get my beer Wishing I would see more deer. What a shock, there by my truck Stood that big ole friggin buck Lop-side Lisa, thats his name His two horns are not the same. One is big and one is small Soon will hang upon my wall. My palms got sweaty, my heart beat fast. I aimed my arrow and thought "At last." I let it fly at the friggin buck And the arrow hit my brand new truck. the friggin buck just ran away And I decided that I'd just stay. But not to hunt, to drink my beer In honor of that friggin deer. By Rose McCurdy |
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