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Tinytim
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THE HUNT
SOME PEOPLE HAVE HOBBIES,
THAT THEY DO FOR FUN
MINE IS HUNTING,
I WILL TELL OF SOME
MY FIRST WAS COOL,
I CAN REMEMBER THE DAY
IT WAS 4AM, WE WERE OUT OF THE HAY
UP ON THE MOUNTAIN,
BEFORE THE BIRDS EVEN FLEW
I WAS FREEZING MY BUTT OFF,
AND MY NOSE WAS BLUE
MY DAD AND I ON A ROCK WE DID SIT
HE SAID, DON?T MOVE NOT EVEN A BIT
A LITTLE BIT LATER IN THE TREES I DID SEE
FOUR DOES, ONE BUCK JUST LOOKING AT ME
I TOLD MY DAD, THEY ARE OVER HEAR
THROUGH MY BINO?S I DID PEER
HE SAID SHOOT,
IT?S A GOOD BUCK
BUT I HAD THE FEVER,
AND BOY DID IT SUCK
I STARTED TO SHAKE,
AND MY KNEES DID KNOCK
AS THE BUCK AND
DOES DID START TO WALK
SHOOT HIM SON
BEFORE HE GETS AWAY
THREE OR FOUR TIMES,
THIS HE DID SAY
AS THE SHOT RANG OUT,
ON DOWN THROUGHT THE HILL
THE GUN WAS DAD?S,
THAT MADE THE KILL
THE SMILE HE HAD,
AS HE DID LAUGH
AS I WAS SHAKING
FROM HEAD TO CALF
YOU GOT BUCK FEVER AND IT?S ALRIGHT
THIS STORY WILL BE GOOD
AT CAMP TONIGHT
HOW ABOUT THIS ONE, OF MY BROTHERS AND ME
AS MY BROTHER SHOOT A BUCK
WHILE HE TOOK A PEE
HERE WAS A HUNT,
IT WAS AS SPECIAL DRAW
THERE WERE A LOT OF GOOD BUCKS
THAT WE SAW
I WAS LOOKING FOR A BIG ONE,
TO PUT ON THE WALL
IT WAS IN WINTER,
OR CALL IT LATE FALL
MY BROTHER WAS THERE,
BUT HAD NO TAG
AND WITH A GOLF CLUB
THERE WAS ONE HE COULD BAG
AS CLOSE AS THAT,
MAYBE TEN FEET AWAY
AS I WAS HUNTING
THE OTHER WAY
I DID GET ONE,
HE WAS FOUR AND FOUR
HE?S ON THE WALL AND
THE WIFE SAID NO MORE
HERE?S ONE,
OH WHAT FUN WE HAD
AND OH BOY WAS
MY BROTHER MAD
IT WAS A PACK TRIP,
WITH 60 POUND PACKS
ABOUT FIVE MILES WITH
THEM ON YOUR BACKS
ONE BROTHER?S KNEE,
SURGERY IN THREE DAYS
THE OTHER?S PACK WEIGHED
PERFECT NOT A OUNCE EITHER WAY
THE OLDEST HURTING,
COULD GO NO MORE
HIS KNEE WAS KILLING HIM,
IT WAS REALLY SORE
THE OTHER SAID I?LL DO IT,
I WILL CARRY YOURS TOO
BUT WHAT HE DIDN?T KNOW,
WAS WE HID SOME BREW
WE FELT KINDA BAD
WHEN WE GOT TO THE TOP
BUT IT?S WAS A JOKE THAT WE COULD NOT STOP
I SAID IT WOULD TASTE GOOD,
AN ICE COLD BEER
HE SAID WHO IS STUPID ENOUGH
TO BRING SOME UP HEAR
I SAID WHEN YOU TAKE
YOUR PACK OFF, OPEN THE SIDE
AND THROW ME A BEER
THAT I HID INSIDE
MAD HE WAS,
IS THEIR ONE FOR ME?
THAT WAS THE BEST
TASTING BEER UP BY THAT TREE
ONE MORE STORY
BEFORE I?M DONE
IT?S ABOUT MY FATHER,
AND HIS THREE SONS
WE ALWAYS WENT HUNTING,
EACH AND EVERY YEAR
THIS ONE TRIP IN SEPTEMBER,
WE DID SHED A TEAR
THIS ONE COLD MORNING,
ON THE VERY FIRST DAY
MY FATHER, OUR FRIEND,
HE PAST AWAY
OPENING DAY WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
WE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER,
THAT DAY, THE PAIN
BUT WE WILL NEVER FORGET HIM
AND ALL THE GOOD TIMES
THESE ARE WONDERFUL
MEMORIES OF MINE
WE STILL GO HUNTING
EACH AND EVERY YEAR
OUR FATHER IS WITH
US I CAN FEEL HIM NEAR
I THINK ABOUT HIM,
EACH TIME I GET A BUCK
DID DAD FLUSH HIM OUT,
OR WAS IT JUST LUCK
WELL I?VE GOT MORE STORIES
JUST UP IN MY MIND
I?LL SHARE THEM WITH YOU,
LETS GO HUNTING SOME TIME
BY TIM TOWNSEND 1999
IN MEMORY OF MY FATHER
ROBERT TOWNSEND
SOME PEOPLE HAVE HOBBIES,
THAT THEY DO FOR FUN
MINE IS HUNTING,
I WILL TELL OF SOME
MY FIRST WAS COOL,
I CAN REMEMBER THE DAY
IT WAS 4AM, WE WERE OUT OF THE HAY
UP ON THE MOUNTAIN,
BEFORE THE BIRDS EVEN FLEW
I WAS FREEZING MY BUTT OFF,
AND MY NOSE WAS BLUE
MY DAD AND I ON A ROCK WE DID SIT
HE SAID, DON?T MOVE NOT EVEN A BIT
A LITTLE BIT LATER IN THE TREES I DID SEE
FOUR DOES, ONE BUCK JUST LOOKING AT ME
I TOLD MY DAD, THEY ARE OVER HEAR
THROUGH MY BINO?S I DID PEER
HE SAID SHOOT,
IT?S A GOOD BUCK
BUT I HAD THE FEVER,
AND BOY DID IT SUCK
I STARTED TO SHAKE,
AND MY KNEES DID KNOCK
AS THE BUCK AND
DOES DID START TO WALK
SHOOT HIM SON
BEFORE HE GETS AWAY
THREE OR FOUR TIMES,
THIS HE DID SAY
AS THE SHOT RANG OUT,
ON DOWN THROUGHT THE HILL
THE GUN WAS DAD?S,
THAT MADE THE KILL
THE SMILE HE HAD,
AS HE DID LAUGH
AS I WAS SHAKING
FROM HEAD TO CALF
YOU GOT BUCK FEVER AND IT?S ALRIGHT
THIS STORY WILL BE GOOD
AT CAMP TONIGHT
HOW ABOUT THIS ONE, OF MY BROTHERS AND ME
AS MY BROTHER SHOOT A BUCK
WHILE HE TOOK A PEE
HERE WAS A HUNT,
IT WAS AS SPECIAL DRAW
THERE WERE A LOT OF GOOD BUCKS
THAT WE SAW
I WAS LOOKING FOR A BIG ONE,
TO PUT ON THE WALL
IT WAS IN WINTER,
OR CALL IT LATE FALL
MY BROTHER WAS THERE,
BUT HAD NO TAG
AND WITH A GOLF CLUB
THERE WAS ONE HE COULD BAG
AS CLOSE AS THAT,
MAYBE TEN FEET AWAY
AS I WAS HUNTING
THE OTHER WAY
I DID GET ONE,
HE WAS FOUR AND FOUR
HE?S ON THE WALL AND
THE WIFE SAID NO MORE
HERE?S ONE,
OH WHAT FUN WE HAD
AND OH BOY WAS
MY BROTHER MAD
IT WAS A PACK TRIP,
WITH 60 POUND PACKS
ABOUT FIVE MILES WITH
THEM ON YOUR BACKS
ONE BROTHER?S KNEE,
SURGERY IN THREE DAYS
THE OTHER?S PACK WEIGHED
PERFECT NOT A OUNCE EITHER WAY
THE OLDEST HURTING,
COULD GO NO MORE
HIS KNEE WAS KILLING HIM,
IT WAS REALLY SORE
THE OTHER SAID I?LL DO IT,
I WILL CARRY YOURS TOO
BUT WHAT HE DIDN?T KNOW,
WAS WE HID SOME BREW
WE FELT KINDA BAD
WHEN WE GOT TO THE TOP
BUT IT?S WAS A JOKE THAT WE COULD NOT STOP
I SAID IT WOULD TASTE GOOD,
AN ICE COLD BEER
HE SAID WHO IS STUPID ENOUGH
TO BRING SOME UP HEAR
I SAID WHEN YOU TAKE
YOUR PACK OFF, OPEN THE SIDE
AND THROW ME A BEER
THAT I HID INSIDE
MAD HE WAS,
IS THEIR ONE FOR ME?
THAT WAS THE BEST
TASTING BEER UP BY THAT TREE
ONE MORE STORY
BEFORE I?M DONE
IT?S ABOUT MY FATHER,
AND HIS THREE SONS
WE ALWAYS WENT HUNTING,
EACH AND EVERY YEAR
THIS ONE TRIP IN SEPTEMBER,
WE DID SHED A TEAR
THIS ONE COLD MORNING,
ON THE VERY FIRST DAY
MY FATHER, OUR FRIEND,
HE PAST AWAY
OPENING DAY WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
WE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER,
THAT DAY, THE PAIN
BUT WE WILL NEVER FORGET HIM
AND ALL THE GOOD TIMES
THESE ARE WONDERFUL
MEMORIES OF MINE
WE STILL GO HUNTING
EACH AND EVERY YEAR
OUR FATHER IS WITH
US I CAN FEEL HIM NEAR
I THINK ABOUT HIM,
EACH TIME I GET A BUCK
DID DAD FLUSH HIM OUT,
OR WAS IT JUST LUCK
WELL I?VE GOT MORE STORIES
JUST UP IN MY MIND
I?LL SHARE THEM WITH YOU,
LETS GO HUNTING SOME TIME
BY TIM TOWNSEND 1999
IN MEMORY OF MY FATHER
ROBERT TOWNSEND
