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Lyricist: Luke Bryan
Lyrics:
Out in the sticks with the squirrels and the ticks And my 30-06, I'm running out of Miller Lite Trucks in park, the dog won't bark couple hours 'til dark Wishing one would walk by Might as well left my gun in the gun rack Been here all day All I killed's a 12-pack Sitting here waiting on a deer, drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets Aiming at the empties, missing, hitting pine trees It ain't my fault them cans keep moving My baby's on the phone saying baby come home Where you been and what you've been doing? Well, I've been sitting here waiting on a deer Drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets
The only deer I've seen has been John Deere green And that don't mean that I got a raw deal 'Cause ain't no boss calling me horse Ticking me off on the edge of this cornfield On my second box of Winchester hundred grains I an't seen a big buck but it's been a good day Sitting here waiting on a deer, drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets Aiming at the empties, missing, hitting pine trees It ain't my fault them cans keep moving My baby's on the phone saying baby come home Where you been and what you've been doing Well, I've been sitting here waiting on a deer Drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets
Sitting here waiting on a deer, drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets Aiming at the empties, missing, hitting pine trees It ain't my fault them cans keep moving My baby's on the phone saying baby come home Where you been and what you've been doing Well, I've been sitting here waiting on a deer Drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets Sitting here, waiting on a deer Drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets
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