Are we bigger than Kentucky Are we bigger than States? Fuckin' A, you goddamn right It is time to skin that buck ♪ Well, I shot my cousin's butt off in a huntin' accident And he jumps every time a door slams And he can't work because of the limp And I really didn't mean to do it And it happened a long time ago But I'll never tarnish the words That satisfy my soul, come on Skin a buck Skin a buck Skin a buck Well, I'm half covered in skunk piss Sittin' up in a tree I'm so fuckin' wasted I can shoot anything I see The other day I was hunting I fell asleep and had a dream All the deers had rifles They were comin' after me Skin a buck Skin a buck Skin a buck Come on, Blaine, your time is, go ♪ Well, I got my first rifle when I was only ten And it kicked and bruised my shoulder And then I became a man Shootin' from the back of a pickup Huntin' for our next meal Daddy's at the spotlight Mama's at the wheel Skin a buck Skin a buck Skin a buck ♪ Skin a buck