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