Boss Hoss

(Verse 1)

Opening day, dawn broke like a busted law,

Fog on the ridge, woods quiet as a draw.

He stepped out heavy, wide rack like a cross,

Blonde patch burnin’ — that was Boss Hoss.

He stared through the timber like he owned every tree,

Knew somethin’ was off, but he didn’t know ’bout me.

Slipped back in the shadows like a ghost you can’t toss,

That’s how legends walk — that’s Boss Hoss.

(Hook)

He was the outlaw of the ridge, king of the moss,

Big‑bodied bruiser I called Boss Hoss.

Too smart for trouble, too tough to get crossed,

I swore I’d settle the score with Boss Hoss.

(Verse 2)

Days rolled on, he kept dodgin’ my aim,

Dark brown, almost grey, never twice the same.

I watched him whip every buck in his path,

Droppin’ them quick like a judge swingin’ wrath.

I’d rattle from my stand, he’d circle and pause,

Lookin’ for a fight but never breakin’ that draw.

He ruled that ridge like a crown he never lost,

That’s how an outlaw reigns — that’s Boss Hoss.

(Hook)

He was the outlaw of the ridge, king of the moss,

Big‑bodied bruiser I called Boss Hoss.

Too smart for trouble, too tough to get crossed,

I swore I’d settle the score with Boss Hoss.

(Verse 3)

October morning, acorns fallin’ like lead,

I rattled soft, let the woods wake the dead.

Two young bucks drifted in, curious and slow,

Then one snapped his head like he already knew.

Up on that ridge, somethin’ big took off,

But he wasn’t runnin’ away — he was comin’ in tough.

Three young does led the charge, then the boss of the lot,

For the first damn time, Boss Hoss broke that spot.

(Hook)

He was the outlaw of the ridge, king of the moss,

Big‑bodied bruiser I called Boss Hoss.

Too smart for trouble, too tough to get crossed,

I swore I’d settle the score with Boss Hoss.

(Verse 4)

Buck fever hit hard, shook me down to the bone,

Heart poundin’ wild like a runaway stone.

He stood there perfect, no clue what was near,

The baddest buck I’d ever seen in all my years.

I drew back slow, let them pins settle in,

Held tight to the moment I’d been dyin’ to win.

Let that arrow fly — THWACK, fate was the boss,

He dropped and rolled… I’d taken Boss Hoss.

(Final Hook)

He was the outlaw of the ridge, king of the moss,

Big‑bodied bruiser I called Boss Hoss.

I paid my respect, honored the cost,

And that’s the tale of the buck I named -- Boss Hoss.