The Muskie Poet: Scott Schmidt
PRESS PLAY, then scroll down to follow along as Scott recites ; Huntin’ Bucks at Crowley
We got our orange jackets
Our rifles and our scopes
Our knives are in our pockets
There’s blood on our dragging ropes
We’re Huntin’ Bucks at Crowley
Watchin’ Does go by
When we see them antlers comin’
The lead is gonna fly
If Duffy Miller said so
We know it must be true
He liked to push that swamp
So that’s what we’re gonna do
We’re Huntin’ Bucks at Crowley
Watchin’ Does go by
When we see them antlers comin’
The lead is gonna fly
Somebody’s gotta stand here
Somebody’s gotta drive
There’s Bucks down in that swamp
And they won’t get out alive
We’re Huntin’ Bucks at Crowley
Watchin’ Does go by
When we see them antlers comin’
The lead is gonna fly
The drive has barely started
I already heard a gun
That only means one thing
We’ll be eating Venison
We’re Huntin’ Bucks at Crowley
Watchin’ Does go by
When we see them antlers comin’
The lead is gonna fly
The meat-pole is a saggin’
It’s been a real fine day
The only good Buck is a dead Buck
That’s what we say when
We’re Huntin’ Bucks at Crowley
Watchin’ Does go by
When we see them antlers comin’
The lead is gonna fly
The End