LYRIC FOR SALE

By That Beach Sound Cartel

[Verse 1]

Been in that ol’ deer stand
Since the crack of dawn

Played the wind just right
But every buck was gone

Fresh scrape by the oak tree
Tracks down by the creek

November’s been mighty stingy
Hadn’t seen hide nor hair all week


[Verse 2]

Grandpa always told me,
“Boy, don’t overlook vanilla.”

Rub a little on your jacket
Might fool a big ol’ killer

Don’t know if it’s huntin’ science
Or just another country tale

But every deer season
I’d dab a little anyway


[Verse 3]

Sun dropped through the timber
Legal shootin’ light was gone

Little bag of beef jerky
Cheap whiskey carried on

Took a couple healthy swigs
Started lettin’ the air out…

Figured every deer in Texas
Knew exactly where I was now.

[Verse 4]

Closed my eyes a minute
Maybe two… who can say?

Then blue lights through the hardwoods
Turned the whole woods into day

Then a flash of red behind ‘em
Thought, “Sheriff? What the heck?”

Rubbed my eyes…

Looked again…

Nearly broke my neck.

[Verse 5]

There she stood…

… Butt nekid…

Blue skin soft as rain

Purple hair down to her waist
Smilin’ just the same

She climbed up in my deer stand
Like she’d done it all her life

Lord…
She smelled like warm vanilla…
And everything felt right.

[Chorus]

One Night Deer Stand…
Never saw it comin’

Went out huntin’ whitetails
Ended up with somethin’

She moved slicker than owl grease
Pretty as she could be

If that cheap whiskey wasn’t lyin’…
She picked that night…
To pick me.

[Verse 6]

She asked me ‘bout my rifle
Like she’d never seen one yet

Thought my grunt tube was music
Best she’d ever heard, I bet

Couldn’t understand camouflage
Or why I’d hunt from trees

Said,
“Your world’s a funny little place…”
Then just smiled at me.

[Bridge]

Don’t remember much after that…
Maybe that’s for the best

Cheap whiskey…
Purple hair…
And boys, you can guess the rest

Maybe I was dreamin’
Maybe I weren’t… who knows?

But daylight had a little surprise
Waitin’ down below.

[Final Chorus]

Every buck for three counties
Stood beneath my stand

Eight-points…
Ten-points…
More than I’d ever planned

Not one of ‘em was nervous
None of ‘em seemed to care

Just stood there sniffin’ upward
Like they caught that vanilla in the air.

[Outro]

Morning sun was risin’
Rubbed the sleep outta my eyes

My rifle leaned against the ladder
Like it had all through the night

My boots were by the tree stand
Thermos where it’d been

But somehow…
My Union Suit …
Was on…

… Backwards.

My huntin’ jacket still smelled
Like warm vanilla on the breeze

And every buck in three counties
Was still starin’ up at me.

I ain’t seen a deer like that since…

But every deer season

I still pack…
Fresh pair of Smartwool...
A bag of Clint & Sons…
some Buffalo Trace…

And a bottle of McCormick’s…

Just in case.

Y’all believe whatever you want…
I know what happened…

That night,
In my…
... One Night Deer Stand.