Huntin Land - Ver 2

A D A She's always counting my beers and she's cutting me off D She don't like none of my friends and she's scared of my dogs She never wants to party with me on the weekend D N.C. She's always picking fights for no good reason, man A She hates my old lucky boots, always trashing my truck D Telling me what to do, I'm just holding my tongue And my buddies didn't understand, till I told 'em y'all N.C. Her daddy's got huntin' land A D A A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky D Little slice of heaven, out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm A Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan A D A So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together D Try to keep her happy, least till December If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand A A 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land A Soon as I shook his hand, we were hitting it off D Looking up at the stuff hanging up on his wall She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out But I's a deer in headlights when he told me about A D A A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky D Little slice of heaven, out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan A D A So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together D Try to keep her happy, least till December If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand A D A 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land E I probably should and could leave for a hundred reasons D A But I gotta make it through one rifle season on that A Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky G D Little slice of heaven, out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm A Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan A D A So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together D Try to keep her happy, least till December If I ain't in a stand I'll be holding her hand A A D D 'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land