Deer Hunting Lyrics

It's early November, I follow my father

Our footsteps crunch in the snow

Somewhere in the middle of Beltrami forest

My toes have already froze

We stop at a tree, a tall creaky pine

With two-by-fours nailed to the limbs

I climb up and sit down, then wave to my father

Who's promised to return again

But if I didn't know better, I just might believe

This deer hunting thing is a crime

High up in a tree, my rifle and me

With nothing to kill but time

The first half an hour I do pretty well

I sit still and don't make a sound

At forty-five minutes I become real jealous

Of anything touching the ground

Now it's been several hours, I can't help but wonder

If my father's even alive

For all I know he's been eaten by wolves

If I wait I might wait till I die

If I didn't know better, I just might believe

This deer hunting thing is a crime

High up in a tree, my rifle and me

With nothing to kill but time

I see orange in the distance, oh joy, happy day

My father is on his way back

He says, "So, how'd it go?"

I wipe nose and I tell him

That I had a blast

But if I didn't know better, I just might believe

This deer hunting thing is a crime

High up in a tree, my rifle and me

With nothing to kill but time

Well if I didn't know better

I just might believe

We all must be out of our minds

High up in a tree for eternity

With nothing to kill but time

Nothing to kill but time