The Hunter's Wife

He's got 17 coon dogs out in the penTen 11 point bucks hangin' in his denIf he ain't a'huntin' he's a'watching a showThere's things about huntin' that he don't knowAnd if I was a bettin' womanI'd lay my money downI'd bet he spends more time in them woodsThan he spends in this houseI got myself a problem I can't figure no way outIt's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin', no good blue tick houndWell, I'm sick of squirrel gravy and I'm sick of coon stewFence posts, shock collars, chicken wire, tooIf he ain't a'huntin' he's out at the lakeSuckin' on a long neck, changin' his baitAnd if I was a bettin' womanI'd lay my money downI'd bet he spends more time in them woodsThan he spends in this houseI got myself a problem I can't figure no way outIt's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin', no good blue tick houndGo boys...He may as well be invisible in his Realtree overallsI can barely see him through the treestand seated underwear and turkey callsThe Lord help me with this problem I can't figure no way outIt's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin', no good blue tick hound