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