Going Nut's
Going Nut'sOnce things were really good,
at times they were even fine;
But now i do believe,
I have really lost my mind;
I go up to the hunting camp,
because it helps my mood;
Plan to sit in the woods all day,
but forgot to bring my food;
I love to hunt these big ole buck,
because it's lots of fun;
I head out bright and early,
but I forgot to bring my gun;
The guy's just laugh and joke,
and still they urge me on;
But I'm sure they've got to think,
my mind is really gone;
All of them are really great,
I probably have gone nuts;
But they stick by me anyway,
because their men with guts.
Stringwalker
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