If I could make a living walking in the woods
You could bet I´d be sitting pretty good
High on a hill looking at a field downwind
If I could make a nickel off a turning ´em bass
Never worry about the price of gas

I´d be wheeling and dealing and sitting there reeling ´em in

A huntin´, fishin´, and lovin´ every day
That´s the prayer that a country boy prays
Thank God He made me this way
Huntin´ and fishin´ and lovin´ every day
Early in the morning and late in the evening
I´m getting red dirt rich and Flint River pay
Huntin´ and fishin´ and lovin´ every day

Well I´d get a little [?] bus
Sound of gravel and [?] it up
And pulling the string on a nine point nine two [?]
I love it when my baby wants to roll with me
Throws her boots on, climbs in a tree
She´s slinging her hair in my hat and she´s ready to go

We get to huntin´, fishin´ and lovin´ every day
That´s the prayer that a country boy prays
Thank God He made me this way
Huntin´, fishin´ and lovin´ every day
Early in the morning and late in the evening
I´m getting red dirt rich, Flint River pay
Huntin´ and fishin´ and lovin´ every day

Well huntin´ and fishin´ and lovin´ every day
I wanna see them tall pines sway
Yeah

Huntin´, fishin´, and lovin´ every day
That´s the prayer that a country boy prays
Thank God He made me this way
Huntin´, fishin´ and lovin´ every day
Black coffee in the morning and [?] of whiskey in the evening

I get red dirt rich and Flint River pay
Huntin´, fishin´ and lovin´ every day

Won´t you come along with me
Won´t you come along with me
You´ll wanna see
Huntin´ and fishin´ and lovin´ every day
Yeah