Lyrics
I got drunk last night and I'm feeling kind of shitty
Early in the mornin' been huntin' wapiti
Steamboat Springs is my kind of city
Never wanna leave this town
I sat all day at old Greg's log
Been a long time huntin' for a Mississippi dog
Had to hoof it through the meadow in the thick mornin' fog
Man, I hope I lay one down
Met a young man on a Calvinism track
Done lost his mind now he can't come back
And here I sit with my compound bow
Huntin' wapiti up in Colorado
Gotta smoke all week to feel this high
8,000 feet on a rocky mountainside
Near the white gates but north of heaven
Game unit 27
Got a good campfire and a piece of backstrap
Joint rolled tight in my stocking cap
Six by six quartered on my back
Man, I hope I lay one down
I sat all day in an Aspen grove
And the mule deer come and the mule deer go
And here I sit with my compound bow
Huntin' wapiti up in Colorado
Thinkin' about tomorrow and makin' decisions
Tell a couple stories and family traditions
Life's all about the takin' and the givin
Sometimes you gotta lay one down
It's been three months since I lost my dad
So I'm huntin' here in heaven to make him glad
And here I sit with my compound bow
Huntin' wapiti up in Colorado
And here I sit with my compound bow
Huntin' wapiti up in Colorado
Written by: Henry Charles Oursler