Another good story - The Bird Hunters.
It didn't catch my attention at first, but then I listened the story in it...and now it's on replay.
That dark haired gal did a number on him, it's all over his music.
Rangers playoffs, a chance at the Fall Classic (i'm worried. oy)
The Bird Hunters - Turnpike Troubadours
The covey took wing Shotguns a singing
A pointing dog down in the old logging road
Danny got three And looked back a grinning
I fumbled around and I tried to reload
The country was cold With the sun westward sinking
It's good to be back in this place
With my hands around A Belgian made Browning
My mind on the lines of her face
Well now Danny's my buddy We grew up like family
Hunted this timber before we could drive
The old English pointer He once belonged to me But I gave him up when I moved in '05
Off to the girl Off to the cityOff on a wing and a chance
Hell I thought it'd play out Just like some story
We fell in love at a rodeo dance
She said go on back to Cherokee County
Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb
Babe, if you need me, I'll be where you found me
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home
Dan says, "Look at old Jim A dozen Decembers Behind him no worse for the wear
And your time spent in Tulsa Did not help your shooting
And look at the gray in your hair
How good does it feel? You belong in these hills
It's best that you let it all end
If you'd have married that girl You'd have married her family
You dodged a bullet my friend"
She said go on back to Cherokee County
Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb
Babe, if you need me, I'll be where you found me
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home
I was beginning To deal with it ending
The old dog had pointed while part of me died
And a flutter of feathers Then a shotgun to shoulder
I thought of the Fourth of July
She'll be home on the Fourth of July
I bet we'll dance on the Fourth of July
Dan says, "Hell of a shot Looks like you've still got it That's what we came here to do
It's light enough still At the foot of the hill We could kick up a single or two
She said go on back to Cherokee County
Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb
Babe, if you need me, I'll be where you found me
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home
I fumbled around and I tried to reload
The country was cold With the sun westward sinking
It's good to be back in this place
With my hands around A Belgian made Browning
My mind on the lines of her face
Well now Danny's my buddy We grew up like family
Hunted this timber before we could drive
The old English pointer He once belonged to me But I gave him up when I moved in '05
Off to the girl Off to the cityOff on a wing and a chance
Hell I thought it'd play out Just like some story
We fell in love at a rodeo dance
She said go on back to Cherokee County
Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb
Babe, if you need me, I'll be where you found me
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home
Dan says, "Look at old Jim A dozen Decembers Behind him no worse for the wear
And your time spent in Tulsa Did not help your shooting
And look at the gray in your hair
How good does it feel? You belong in these hills
It's best that you let it all end
If you'd have married that girl You'd have married her family
You dodged a bullet my friend"
She said go on back to Cherokee County
Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb
Babe, if you need me, I'll be where you found me
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home
I was beginning To deal with it ending
The old dog had pointed while part of me died
And a flutter of feathers Then a shotgun to shoulder
I thought of the Fourth of July
She'll be home on the Fourth of July
I bet we'll dance on the Fourth of July
Dan says, "Hell of a shot Looks like you've still got it That's what we came here to do
It's light enough still At the foot of the hill We could kick up a single or two
She said go on back to Cherokee County
Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb
Babe, if you need me, I'll be where you found me
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home
