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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Brownfield
Songwriter
BRANDON MANLEY
Songwriter
Draven Riffe
Songwriter
Lyrics
I was feeling on my way, I was 12 years old
Walking underneath a blanket of West Virginia coal
I walked right by a No Trespass sign
Yeah, the grass looked greener 'cross the property line
I told myself that I would not shoot
And if anybody asked, I took the scenic route
My hands started shaking, I let a round go
From the .223 polk stock powder load, bye-bye
I was born this way, who am I to be ashamed
It's the Indian blood in the poor man's veins
I did it that time and I did it again
Started selling meat to all of my friends
And they'd buy, yeah, they'd buy
'Cause there's a whole lot of people who like the wild food
But they can't go hunting 'cause the monthly bills are due
The farmers grow bread and the kitchen cooks soup
So I fed a lot of purpose with the deeds that I do
In the trees I found my sweet by and by, by and by
Well, I had to put the fear in the DNR
So I slashed their tires when they were parked
The whole administration, they had done get scared
But a young new trooper caught a wild hair
He pulled me over with a hefty load
But the law don't own the mountain
So I left him in the smoke
Well, the doctors and the lawyers, they're good at what they do
But a man needs a license just to hunt for some food
The farmers grow bread and the kitchen cooks soup
But the Lord gave me a purpose with the deeds that I do
Back in the trees I found my sweet by and by
Yeah, the sweet by and by
The good book says there's a time to heal
A time to build, a time to kill
Our Father was a carpenter
He blessed me with the same steady hand
And I got time to kill
'Cause there's a whole lot of people who like the wild food
But they can't go hunting 'cause the monthly bills are due
The farmers grow bread and the kitchen cooks soup
So I fed a lot of purpose with the deeds that I do
Back in the trees I found my sweet by and by
My sweet by and by
Written by: BRANDON MANLEY, Brad Brownfield, Draven Riffe