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 If I could make a living walking in the woods

You could bet I'd be sitting pretty goodHigh on a hill looking at a field downwindIf I could make a nickel off a turning 'em bassNever worry about the price of gasI'd be wheeling and dealing and sitting there reeling 'em inA huntin', fishin', and lovin' every dayThat's the prayer that a country boy praysThank God He made me this wayHuntin' and fishin' and lovin' every dayEarly in the morning and late in the eveningI'm getting red dirt rich and Flint River payHuntin' and fishin' and lovin' every dayWell I'd get a little farm-pond busSound of gravel when I'm backing upAnd pulling the string on a nine-point-nine-two strokeI love it when my baby wants to roll with meThrows her boots on, climbs in a treeTucking her hair in my hat and she's ready to goWe get to huntin', fishin' and lovin' every dayThat's the prayer that a country boy praysThank God He made me this wayHuntin', fishin' and lovin' every dayEarly in the morning and late in the eveningI'm getting red dirt rich, Flint River payHuntin' and fishin' and lovin' every dayWell huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every dayI wanna see them tall pines swayHuntin', fishin', and lovin' every dayThat's the prayer that this country boy praysThank God He made me this wayHuntin', fishin' and lovin' every dayBlack coffee in the morning and dark of whiskey in the eveningI get red dirt rich and Flint River payHuntin', fishin' and lovin' every dayWon't you come along with meWon't you come along with meI know you'll wanna seeHuntin' and fishin' and lovin' every dayYeah