Deer Hunting Son Of a Gun

Out in da jackpines at da break of dawn

We look for a buck or a track

At da end of da day we put our bullets away

And go back to our tarpaper shack

We sit in da camp by da kerosene lamp

And brag about da hunting we done

We're sweaty ol' stinkin' sauna beer drinkin'

Deer hunting son of a guns

We go in da sauna and we sit on da bench

And start beating ourselves with a branch

Den we run out bare naked and we jump in da snow bank

And we go put on our udder pants

We put on our shirts full of sawdust and dirt

And we still look da same when we're done

We're sweaty ol' stinkin' sauna beer drinkin'

Deer hunting son of a guns

We jump in da car and head for woody's bar

Cause we ran outta beer yesterday

Den we get stuck cause we ain't got da truck

So we have to push all da way

We crawl through da door and we order up four

And start drinkin' 'em down one by one

We're sweaty ol' stinkin' sauna beer drinkin'

Deer hunting son of a guns

We drink lotsa whiskey and we shoot lotsa sit

We drink till our elbows are sore

Den some jack from duluth says i stepped on his boot

And den we roll around on da floor

I bite off his ear and he buys me a beer

We always have lotsa fun

We're sweaty ol' stinkin' sauna beer drinkin'

Deer hunting son of a guns