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I was given the heirloom Of my father's father's father's father's father A hand-carved rifle That was known as Deerslayer I put the yearling in my sights I gutshot the beast I cried, bent Deerslayer's muzzle Father laughed, said, "There'll be more, son, you'll see" Oh, Deerslayer You bring me pain and misery Oh, Deerslayer You bring me pain and misery Well, I grabbed Deerslayer Off the rack of my Ford I misjudged, smacked the hand-carved stock Against my truck's door And the explosion lit up the whole cab Kay's face blushed red I rolled my eyes towards Deerslayer Seeing Kay, she was not dead There was only a slight scratch On the left lobe of Kay, my wife If I'd never bent Deerslayer I might have myself a different life Letras de canciones Oh, Deerslayer You bring me pain and misery Oh, Deerslayer You bring me pain and misery Father told stories about the closeness of Slayer "I fit Slayer in my right ear" I would compensate for the bend in the barrel By holding Deerslayer near Cleaning mishaps are common 'mongst my people My wife, Kay, she'd be rich So I remove Deerslayer Yeah, Kay, she don't deserve it Oh, Deerslayer You won't end my misery Oh, Deerslayer You won't end my misery I grab the hand-carved stock of Deerslayer With love to Kay, I come I clubbed Kay close enough to her left ear Like my fathers must have done And looking down the muzzle Deerslayer's now straight I blushed red through my ear and neck As I stepped over my wife Kay Oh, Deerslayer You bring me pain and misery Oh, Deerslayer Let's compare our misery I'll always carry You close to me From Letras Mania