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Lyrics by Brian McNulty & James Burnevik. Music by Brian McNulty. Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.
I'm watchin' and wishin' you'll come close my deer.
I'm hopin' to see you below me right here.
I'm locked and I'm loaded, waitin' for a sign
Huggin' my thirty ot six and feelin' fine.
I'm wearin' camouflage down to my big toes
Lookin' for a buck who's lookin' for them does.
After many years without any luck
My buddies tagged me and man it stuck.
My buddies call me Buckless. They never say my name
'Cause I ain't tagged a buck--ain't ever bagged big game.
Yeah I'm buckless, but only 'cause I'm luckless.
Oh they call me Buckless, when'll my luck change?
Last night we warmed up around the deer camp fire
Drinkin' beer and raisin' that whiskey bottle higher.
Now I'm by myself up in my tree stand.
I see it an' almost drop the gun in my hand:
The most majestic buck that I've ever seen
Could get me on the cover of Field & Stream.
I get him in my cross hairs. It seems kinda wrong
To kill that good ole boy who's survived so long.
I hesitate in shootin' in awe of that old soul.
Then he drops in his tracks without a bullet hole.
I 'm no vet, so it's hard to gauge.
But I think he died of pure old age.
Tell me, when'll my luck change?