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Most folks call him the midnight rider Some say he's a regular outlaw Legend has it ain't no rack that's wider He'll rip a blackjack oak up like a chainsaw Yeah, oh and he slips for the timber, he's grey smoke First you see him then you don't These hunters come from miles and miles around me With a tag to fill And a crown to steal But they won't ever kill the king of the county I saw farmer Joe down there at the feed mill He said his bean field looked like a crime scene There was a two hundred pound wallhanger laying with his neck broke Another one bites the dust for a chance at the queen Oh, now the king's squishin' frogs man just to hear 'em croak Youngin played with fire and he got smoked Every big buck for 20 miles around me Oh the turn hill To run and squeal 'Cause only time can kill the king of the county It was a misty mornin' in the holler When the monarch of the woods appeared Letras de cancionesWhen I finally got him in my crosshairs He looked more like an elk than a whitetail deer Yeah I remember that moment, the air was still He looked right at me and I swear he took a kneel And I couldn't bring myself to squeeze the steel So I let him, I let him walk over that hill You mean to tell me you didn't catch that deer That killed my apple trees Well I was goin' to baby but he just, he was so big and majestic and... I just couldn't Just kiddin' I killed the king of the county He shouldn't have killed my wife's apple trees He'll feed me and my family for a half of a year And you can say we'll eat like royalty Man, I didn't wanna pull that trigger but I did it anyway Now see him at dinnertime every other day 'Cause I live off the land and eat what's around me Oh, I swung a sword And thanked the Lord Oh, for delivering me The kind of the county Thank you Lord From Letras Mania