The Second Week of Deer Camp

Hey, there goes one
Hey, you shot my cow
It's the second week of deer camp, I got a swollen head
I'm lyin' with the dustballs underneath my bed
An icy breeze is blowing in through the tongue and groove
My pants are frozen to the floor and I'm too sick to move
I didn't drink too many, only thirty cans of beer
It musta been that last shot that put me under here
It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot the bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year
I remember playin' poker, that weasel musta won
He's wearin' my new swampers and sleepin' with my gun
He's snorin' like a chainsaw, the camp smells like a dump
Someone's dirty underwear is hangin' on the pump
Mukku's in the woodbox, Eener's passed out on the stove
His flannel shirt is smoking, I wonder if he knows
It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot the bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year
Vito's crawlin' through the door, I think he got frostbite
He passed out in the outhouse and he been there since last night
And Goofus stumbles through the door, he says he got a buck
He was comin' from the wayside and killed it with his truck
And Musty cracks a beer and says "It's time to celebrate,
Goofus got the first buck since 1968"
It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot the bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year
It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot the bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year