Better To Go Hunting Lyrics

Woke up before dawn, boots by the door,

Where the woods meet the river, it's a sacred chore.

With old Rusty in tow, rifle in hand,

The world makes more sense when I'm on my land.

City lights callin', but they ain't for me,

Got my heart in the mountains, where I'm meant to be.

Chasin' wild dreams, through the autumn leaves,

Breathin' in freedom as the morning breeze.

Better to go hunting, where the wild things run,

Where life's more simple, and the struggles weigh none.

Every trail I follow, frees my weary soul,

Better to go hunting, than diggin' for gold.

Folks in the office, they just don't understand,

Trading hours for dollars, lives written in sand.

But I see my fortunes in the fawn and the deer,

In the echoes of silence, it's all crystal clear.

There's peace in the pines, and hope in the fields,

More than money can buy, more than contracts and deals.

From the creak of the branches to the howl of the coyote,

Every moment out there is a sacred story.

Better to go hunting, where the wild things run,

Where life's more simple, and the struggles weigh none.

Every trail I follow, frees my weary soul,

Better to go hunting, than diggin' for gold.

Better to go hunting, where the wild things run,

Where life's more simple, and the struggles weigh none.

Every trail I follow, frees my weary soul,

Better to go hunting, than diggin' for gold.