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Hunting the Creek 2 by Colt

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Hunting the Creek 2

country,male vocals

0:003:13
Lyrics
Description
Verse 1
Morning fog hangs low in the Missouri pines,
Cedar County sunrise taking its sweet time.
Boots on frozen leaves, coffee killing cold,
Been waiting on this season since I was ten years old.
Thirty-aught-six on my shoulder, walnut stock worn smooth,
Every scratch a memory, every shot the truth.
Wind off Horse Creek rolling clean and right,
Ozark timber holding secrets at the edge of first light.
Chorus
From the crack of a rifle to a bowstring’s hum,
It’s a prayer and a promise when the moment comes.
White tail in the hollers, ghosting through the green,
And a longbeard in full strut putting on a show for me.
Hoyt bow pulled steady, faith in what I’ve learned,
Cedar County patience, hard lessons earned.
Yeah, it’s blood and bone and a deeper kind of love,
Full strut and thirty-aught-six, Missouri sky above.
Verse 2
Midday sun gets lazy on a red dirt road,
Dust on the tailgate, same path I’ve always known.
Eight point steps out slow where the fence leans back,
Like he’s been crossing that line since before my tracks.
Red clay on my knuckles, oak leaves in my hat,
This land raised me quiet, taught me when to act.
Safety clicks off, world narrows down,
Just a heartbeat in Cedar County and a crosshair crown.
Chorus
From the crack of a rifle to a bowstring’s hum,
It’s a prayer and a promise when the moment comes.
White tail in the hollers, ghosting through the green,
And a longbeard in full strut putting on a show for me.
Hoyt bow pulled steady, faith in what I’ve learned,
Cedar County patience, hard lessons earned.
Yeah, it’s blood and bone and a deeper kind of love,
Full strut and thirty-aught-six, Missouri sky above.
Bridge
April thunder over Horse Creek bends,
Red head glowing proud, beard dragging the ends.
Decoy spinning circles, woods holding its breath,
I draw back slow, tip my hat to life and death.
Final Chorus
From the crack of a rifle to a bowstring’s hum,
It’s a prayer and a promise when the moment comes.
White tail in the timber, ghosting through the green,
And a longbeard in full strut standing fifteen feet from me.
Hoyt bow pulled steady, lessons hard-earned,
Raised on red dirt roads and Ozark turns.
Yeah, it’s more than meat, it’s the way I was raised,
Full strut and thirty-aught-six, Missouri born, Missouri brave.
Outro
Backstrap on the skillet, stars in the creek,
Horse Creek talking low while the firelight speaks.
I’ll be back at daylight, same road, same faith,
Just a Cedar County hunter, grateful for the chase. 🌲🔥
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