The Hunter

The Hunter

Run around trying to find the right spot
Nature steps up and i reset
But I’m breathing and I’m scheming
To find that place
To let my freedom fly

It might not come on my first or second trip
But I keep scheming and looking
To exploit the weakness that
I see before me

Still huntin for that right spot
I don’t need that much
To get it off and if I get it off
It’ll tickle the twine
Almost every time
It’ll tickle the twine
Almost every time

Even if it don’t…if it don’t
Still huntin and scheming
For the next one
Better watch out or it’s in the cup

Still huntin for that right spot
I don’t need that much
To get it off and if I get it off
It’ll tickle the twine
It’ll tickle the twine
Almost every time

When you’re runnin around
Tryin to find that sweet ground
When it hits your fingertips
Let your trigger rip

Just let that jumper rip
And listen for the cotton

The Hunter hunts the fertile ground
Waiting for that sweet sound
The sound of cotton
When it hits the bottom

When it hits your fingertips
Let that trigger rip
And watch it slip
Through the cotton

Hunter keeps huntin
Not being content
Hunter keeps huntin
For that next shot

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