I always will remember, 'twas a year ago November
I went out to hunt some deer, on a mornin' bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
I was in no mood to trifle, I took down my trusty rifle
And went out to stalk my prey, what a haul I made that day
I tied them to my fender, and I drove them home somehow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
The law was very firm, it took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason, cows were out of season
And one of the hunters wasn't insured
People ask me how I do it, and I say, "There's nothin' to it
You just stand there lookin' cute, and when something moves, you shoot"
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens, seven hunters and a pure-bred Guernsey cow
I went out to hunt some deer, on a mornin' bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
I was in no mood to trifle, I took down my trusty rifle
And went out to stalk my prey, what a haul I made that day
I tied them to my fender, and I drove them home somehow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
The law was very firm, it took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason, cows were out of season
And one of the hunters wasn't insured
People ask me how I do it, and I say, "There's nothin' to it
You just stand there lookin' cute, and when something moves, you shoot"
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens, seven hunters and a pure-bred Guernsey cow
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