Talking to God In a deer stand

The fall is here and the air is right

A beautiful morning the sunrise is bright,

A cup of coffee and a gun in my hand,

I find peace up in my deer stand,

Groceries are high so gonna make my own,

I ain’t leaving till I carry one home,

Deep in the woods yeah the deer’s in rut,

Call em in right here yeah I need a big buck,

The world’s been crazy and It’s hard to understand…

Finding peace in this bottom land

I been talking to God in a deer stand.

Finding peace in this bottom land

I been talking to God in a deer stand.

The leaves are gone in this old white oak,

THe turkeys sing songs and the frogs gently croak,

The wind is calm the corn fields are cut,

God will bless me with a trophy buck,

If not today I’ll see him next time maybe,

This kinda getaway keeps me from going crazy,

Deep in the woods yeah the deer’s in rut,

Call em in right here yeah I need a big buck,

The world’s been crazy and It’s hard to understand…

Finding peace in this bottom land

I been talking to God in a deer stand.

Finding peace in this bottom land

I been talking to God in a deer stand

Deep in the woods yeah the deer’s in rut,

Call em in right here yeah I need a big buck,

The world’s been crazy and It’s hard to understand…

Finding peace in this bottom land,

I been talking to God in a deer stand.

Finding peace in this bottom land

I been talking to God in a deer stand

Talking to God in a deer stand,

Yeah talking to God in a deer stand