The Bird Hunters - Turnpike Troubadours

Well the covey took wing

Shotguns a-singing

A pointing dog down in the old logging road

And Danny got three and looked back a-grinning

I fumbled around and I tried to reload

The country was cold with the sun westward sinking

It’s good to be back in this place

With my hands around a Belgian made Browning

My mind on the lines of her face

Well now Danny’s my buddy

We grew up like family

Hunted this timber before we could drive

And the old English Pointer, he once belonged to me

But I give him up when i moved in '05

Off with a girl

Off to the city

Off on a wing and a chance

Hell, I thought it’d play out just like some story

We fell in love at a rodeo dance

She said, «Go on back to Cherokee County

Won’t you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb»

Says, «Babe, If you need me I’ll be where you found me

Go on to hell, honey, I’m headed home»

Dan says, «Look at ol' Jim

A dozen Decembers behind him no worse for the wear

And your time spent in Tulsa did not help your shooting

And look at the gray in your hair

How good does it feel?

You belong in these hills

It’s best that you let it all end

If you’d married that girl, you’d have married her family

You dodged a bullet my friend»

She said, «Go on back to Cherokee County

Won’t you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb»

Says, «Babe, If you need me I’ll be where you found me

Go on to hell, honey, I’m headed home»

Ah, and I was beginning to deal with it ending

The old dog had pointed while part of me died

And a flutter of feathers

Then a shotgun to shoulder

I thought of the Fourth of July

She’ll be home on the Fourth of July

I bet we’ll dance on the Fourth of July

Dan says, «Hell of a shot, looks like you still got it

That’s what we came here to do

Well, it’s light enough still, at the foot of the hill

We could kick up a single or two»

She said, «Go on back to Cherokee County

Won’t you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb»

Says, «Babe, If you need me I’ll be where you found me

Go on to hell, honey, I’m headed home

Go on to hell, honey, I’m headed home»