Verse 1
Sun comes up, frost on the field,
Bow in my hand, that’s where legends are built.
Big ten-pointer steps into the light,
Heart starts racin’, it’s opening night.
Come November, trade strings for steel,
Rifle on my shoulder, that’s the real deal.
One clean shot, give thanks above,
Living this life that I truly love.
Pre-Chorus
From the hardwood ridges to the prairie grass,
Every sunrise feels like freedom lasts.
Chorus
We’re huntin’ whitetails, bows and rifles raised,
Chasin’ dreams in these American days.
Turkey thunder with a shotgun call,
Bear in the timber standing proud and tall.
Pheasants flyin’, dogs on the run,
Ducks and geese beneath the morning sun.
From the woods to the waves, where the red, white and blue still shine,
Here’s to 250 years of the USA—God bless this life, God bless these times!
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Verse 2
Planer boards stretchin’ way out wide,
Downriggers droppin’ where the kings still hide.
Chrome salmon screaming, trout peeling line,
Walleyes hittin’ just before sunrise.
Cast to the weeds where the bass explode,
Northern takes a sucker and the cork goes below.
Slip bobber dancing on a summer breeze,
Bluegills and perch make memories.
Pre-Chorus
Every season writes another page,
In the greatest country, generation to generation.
Chorus
We’re huntin’ whitetails, bows and rifles raised,
Chasin’ dreams in these American days.
Turkey thunder with a shotgun call,
Bear in the timber standing proud and tall.
Pheasants flyin’, dogs on the run,
Ducks and geese beneath the morning sun.
From the woods to the waves, where the red, white and blue still shine,
Here’s to 250 years of the USA—God bless this life, God bless these times!
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Bridge
Raise Old Glory high in the July sky,
Fireworks dancing while the eagles fly.
Built by freedom, faith, and sacrifice,
For every hunter, every angler’s life.
Here’s to the families, friends, and those who came before,
Two hundred fifty years—and we’re still wanting more!
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Final Chorus
We’re huntin’ whitetails, bows and rifles raised,
Making memories that’ll never fade.
Calling longbeards at the break of dawn,
Watching mallards cup with the north wind on.
Planer boards, downriggers, rods bent low,
Bass on a cast where the cattails grow.
Northern’s cork disappears, bluegills fill the pail,
Perch on a slip bobber—every story never fails.
Raise your hats and wave that flag tonight,
Celebrating 250 years of the United States.
From the mountains to the lakes, from the rivers to the pines—
God Bless America… we’re living the good life. 🇺🇸🎣🦌🦃🦆
