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Honey don’t you be yelling at me when I’m cleanin' my gun

I’ll wash the blood off the tailgate when deer season’s done

We’ve got one more weekend to go

And I’d like to kill one more doe

So I’ll shovel the sidewalk again 'cause you’re still in a stew

And I’ll bet the bridge tender’s widow won’t mind

That I can’t please you

She’s sure got the run of the men

Out here where the pickings are thin

And there’s not much to do

And I woke up last night

In the grip of a fright

Scared to breathe for I might make a noise

Of this life that we crave

So little we save

'Tween the grandparents' graves

And the grandchildren’s toys

And we grew up hard

And our children don’t know what that means

We turned into our parents before we were out of our teens

Through a series of Chevy’s and Fords

The occasional spin round the floor

At the Copper Canteen

Now the big boxes out on the by-pass are shaving us thin

I guess we’ll hold on a couple more years

'Til the pension kicks in

Then we’ll sell all the stock in the store

Leave only the lock on the door

And wonder what then

When I wake up at night

In the grip of a fright

And you hold me so tight to your chest

And your breath on my skin

Still pulls me back in

'Til I’m weightless and then I can rest

So if Monsignor should pull you aside

As you’re leaving the church

And I’m out on the ice

Dropping lines for the walleye and perch

Tell him it’s not your job to bring me to the fold

And I’d rather stand out in the cold

And honey I know, the woodpile is low

And we can’t close the flue

So I’ll split up a couple more cords

'Fore the winter time’s through

Hold on to your rosary beads

Leave me to my mischievous deeds

Like we always do

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