Well there ain't nothing like it; that crisp morning air gives me a mountain high
Same old conversations that we have each year drowning in the crackling of the fire
Mountain house and coffee mixed with a little Baileys
Anticipation with the sun rises daily
It's finally here been waiting all year for it to come
I'm pulling at the chain like a dog on opening day I want to hunt
And I'll be coming down with a freezer-full, ivory, and a crown
I'll chase 'em 'round the timber land of steep and rough terrain and cross a couple Creeks
I can't afford Sitka but I got a crown cap and wool clothes that were handed down to me
New folks, they won't understand all the sweat and miles that I put in
I know where they like to eat. I know where they like to sleep. Hell I can smell 'em in the Wind
Like a hound on a rabbit I can't kick this habit on the run
It used to be my dad's and his dad's before him but now it's my gun
I'll be coming down with a freezer-full, ivory, and a crown
So I'm leaving early and I ain't coming back for 4/5 days
Don't try to call I won't pick up. Thank God there ain't no service anyways
That's alright I like to be in the mountains hiking and bugling
Come to find legal count of eight hunkered down on private property
Gets me hotter than the devil with a fever in the middle of a heat wave
Mentally but physically I'm freezing from the inside out but I ain't 'bout to call it a day
'Til I'm coming down with a freezer-full, ivory, and a crown