Verse
On the Hunt Again
Jeremy Hurtt•
connected to a legacy older than the age of man
Verse 1
Out there in the darkness past the power of my sightI let out a stream of fog as my wind rose through the nightThe silence was a blanket over all the sons of EarlBroken at crescendo in the barking of our girlShe was on a bastard bandit with a rap sheet from the coopJust assumed that he was rabid, and as crooked as a loopHe was headed down the holler, past the stone house at the bendOf the path of dirt and gravel we were runnin once again
Chorus
Now the dogsAre on a logLooking through the branches and a heavy midnight fogTake a lineTake your timePut .22 into his melon and make this his last climbDig down deep until his hide is in your handWe'll hold him just as good and just as long as we canYou ain't really livin 'til you're livin on the landWe're on the hunt againI am on the hunt again
Verse 2
Out there in the thickets past the power of my eyesI let out a cuss as a yelp materializedThe air got electric and the branches all gave wayAs a squealing ugly demon broke into the light of dayHe was hairy as a wire brush with a hide of solid stoneHad to carry 4 and 50, sunsabitch was fully grownHe was on a line right to me and I mighta seen the LordIf a little bayin bastard hadn't kept that sucker floored
Chorus
Now the dogsGot a hogAnd they're saying c'mon buddy it is time to do your jobGrab his legsFlip his assPut your knee to his neck and put his head into the grassDig down deep until the hilt hits on your handWe'll hold him just as good and just as long as we canYou ain't really livin 'til you're livin off the landWe're on the hunt againI am on the hunt again
Bridge
Turkey, black bear, squirrel, whitetail, duck or even crowHarvest from the homestead, for the healing of the soul Connected to a legacy older than the age of man
Verse 3
Out there in the palm grove past the power of regretI let out a burst of breath as the air broke and resetThe turret spun too slowly as a bastard round came inRed 6 was shortly asking for updates relayed to himThere was something on a rooftop, something by a pile of bricksWhen I remembered that ol uncle issued something just for thisI pulled the apparatus from its perch above my sightAnd brought a range of greenness to the meanness of that night
Chorus
And now my NODsSpy two hadjA voice calls deep inside me to send them to their godsBreathe and relaxAim center massSlow and steady squeeze until the trigger pressure's pastDig down deep and forget the rules back whenThere's time for conscience once you've resolved this for your friendsYou ain't really livin 'til your life's out of your handsWe're on the hunt againI am on the hunt again
Bridge
Connected to a legacy older than the age of manWe're on the hunt againI am on the hunt again
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