Lyrics Day Late & A Buck Short - Julia Cole

You packed that mossy oak, one case of .308 and
Caught you a blue eyed doe, but ain't white tail you were chasing
Said you'd be home by Sunday, but I went to church alone
It's 2pm on Monday, and here you come
Pullin' in the neighborhood but you ain't out the woods yet
Smilin' like you had some luck but that's an empty truck bed

You went out hunting, but forgot your gun
Oh DEER tell me something, do you think I'm dumb
Camo can't cover up the smell of her sweet Dior
So there's your suitcase baby on the front porch
Cause you're a day late and a buck short (hey)

Go 'head Boy shoot your shot, talk your way out of this one
Point blank, yeah, you got caught, and there's nowhere left to run
Redhanded with that shade, of pink lipstick on your collar
You packed Luccheses to climb deer stands in the holler

You went out hunting but forgot your gun
Oh DEER tell me something, do you think I'm dumb
Camo can't cover up the smell of her sweet Dior
So there's your suitcase baby on the front porch
Cause you're a day late and a buck short (hey) (woah)
Day late and a buck short (woah)
A day late and a buck short

You're a day late and a buck short
If ya' ain't ready to meet the Lord,
You better high tail it out the door,
Cause this rifle here ain't yours no more

You went out hunting, but forgot your gun
Oh DEER tell me something, do you think I'm dumb
Camo can't cover up the smell of her sweet Dior
So there's your suitcase baby on the front porch
Cause you're a day late and a buck short (hey)

There's your suitcase baby on the front porch
You're a day late and a, a buck short (hey) (woah)
Day late and a buck short (woah)
A day late and a, a buck short