Huntin Land

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


BDA K:
            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