ALMOST LIKE OL'FRIENDS
A grand ol’ buck all grizzled and gray
for years I’ve been waiting for this day.
His antlers look like an ol’ oak tree.
~ * ~ * ~
An’ he just stands there in spite of me.
Years I’ve engaged in this pursuit
yet somehow now, I just can’t shoot.
~ * ~ * ~
I ‘member ‘im in his first year
a spunky little fork-horned deer.
The years went by as I watched ‘im grow.
~ * ~ * ~
A record book buck - I’m the hunter though.
To day is his day... I’m thinkin’, ya know?
I think I’m, gonna let ‘im go.
Written by
Brent Bacon©2003
A grand ol’ buck all grizzled and gray
for years I’ve been waiting for this day.
His antlers look like an ol’ oak tree.
~ * ~ * ~
An’ he just stands there in spite of me.
Years I’ve engaged in this pursuit
yet somehow now, I just can’t shoot.
~ * ~ * ~
I ‘member ‘im in his first year
a spunky little fork-horned deer.
The years went by as I watched ‘im grow.
~ * ~ * ~
A record book buck - I’m the hunter though.
To day is his day... I’m thinkin’, ya know?
I think I’m, gonna let ‘im go.
Written by
Brent Bacon©2003
Created by God
and
Bobbie Wilson
December 31, 2003
and
Bobbie Wilson
December 31, 2003
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