She's always counting my beers, then she's cutting me off

She don't like none of my friends and she's scared of my dog

She never wants to party with me on the weekend

She's always picking fights for no good reason, man

She hates my old lucky boots, always trashing my truck

Telling me what to do, I'm just holding my tongue

Man my buddies didn't understand, till I told 'em y'all

Her daddy's got hunting land.

A couple thousand acres up in kentucky

Little slice of heaven, out in god's country

Break her heart, lose the farm

Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan

So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together

Try to keep her happy, least till december

If I ain't in the stand I'll be holding her hand

'cause her daddy's got hunting land.

Soon as I shook his hand, we were hitting it off

Looking up at the studs hanging up on his wall

She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out

But i's a deer in the headlights when he told me about.

A couple thousand acres up in kentucky

Little slice of heaven, out in god's country

Break her heart, lose the farm

Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan

So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together

Try to keep her happy, least till december

If I ain't in the stand I'll be holding her hand

'cause her daddy's got hunting land.

I probably shoulda cut bait for a hundred reasons

But I gotta make it through one rifle season on that.

Couple thousand acres up in kentucky

Little slice of heaven, out in god's country

Break her heart, lose the farm

Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan

So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together

Try to keep her happy, least till december

If I ain't in the stand I'll be holding her hand

'cause her daddy's got hunting land.