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She's always counting my beers, then she's cutting me off She don't like none of my friends and she's scared of my dog She never wants to party with me on the weekend She's always picking fights for no good reason, man She hates my old lucky boots, always trashing my truck Telling me what to do, I'm just holding my tongue Man my buddies didn't understand, till I told 'em y'all Her daddy's got hunting land A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky Little slice of heaven, out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together Try to keep her happy, least till December If I ain't in the stand I'll be holding her hand 'Cause her daddy's got hunting land Soon as I shook his hand, we were hitting it off Looking up at the studs hanging up on his wall She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out But I's a deer in the headlights when he told me about A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky Little slice of heaven, out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm Letras de cancionesAin't a part of my twelve-point plan So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together Try to keep her happy, least till December If I ain't in the stand I'll be holding her hand 'Cause her daddy's got hunting land I probably shoulda cut bait for a hundred reasons But I gotta make it through one rifle season on that Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky Little slice of heaven, out in God's country Break her heart, lose the farm Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together Try to keep her happy, least till December If I ain't in the stand I'll be holding her hand 'Cause her daddy's got hunting land From Letras Mania