Well there ain’t nothing like it; that crisp morning air gives me a mountain high

Same old conversations that we have each year drowning in the crackling of the fire

Mountain house and coffee mixed with a little Baileys

Anticipation like the sun rises daily

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It’s finally here been waiting all year for it to come

I’m pulling at the chain like a dog on opening day I want to hunt

And I’ll be coming down with a freezer-full, ivory, and a crown

 

I’ll chase ‘em ‘round the timber land of steep and rough terrain and cross a couple creeks

I can’t afford no Sitka but I got a crown cap and wool clothes that were handed down to me

Folks really don’t understand all the sweat and miles that I put in

I know where they like to eat. I know where they like to sleep. Hell I could even catch the wind

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Like a hound on a rabbit I can’t kick this habit on the run

It used to be my dad’s and his dad’s before him but now it’s my gun

I’ll be coming down with a freezer-full, ivory, and a crown

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So I’m leaving early and I ain’t comin back oh for 4 or 5 days

Don’t try to call I won’t pick upThank God there ain’t no service anyways

That’s alright I like to be in the mountains hiking and bugling

Come to find legal count of eight hunkered down on private property

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Gets me hotter than the devil with a fever in the middle of a heat wave

Mentally but physically I’m freezing from the inside out but I ain’t ‘bout to call it a day

I’ll be coming down with a freezer-full, ivory, and a crown