paroles de chanson Huntin' Land (feat. Riley Green) - Dustin Lynch , Riley Green

She's always countin' my beers, then she's cuttin' me off
She don't like none of my friends and she's scared of my dog
She never wants to party with me on the weekend
She's always picking fights for no good reason, man

She hates my old lucky boots, always trashin' my truck
Telling me what to do, I'm just holdin' my tongue
But hey, my buddies didn't understand 'til I told 'em, y'all
Her daddy's got huntin' land

A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
Little slice of heaven out in God's country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
Try to keep her happy least 'til December
If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holding her hand
'Cause her daddy's got hunting land

As soon as I shook his hand, we were hittin' it off
Lookin' up at the studs hangin' up on his wall
She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out
But I's a deer in the headlights when he told me about

A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
Little slice of heaven out in God's country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
Try to keep her happy least 'til December
If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holdin' her hand
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land

I probably shoulda cut bait for a hundred reasons
But I gotta make it through one rifle season on that

Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
Little slice of heaven out in God's country
Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together
Try to keep her happy least 'til December
If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holdin' her hand
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land