Huntin’ Land - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Dustin Lynch]

She's always countin' my beers, then she's cuttin' me off

She don't like none of my friends and she's scared of my dog

She never wants to party with me on the weekend

She's always pickin' fights for no good reason, man

She hates my old lucky boots, always trashin' my truck

Tellin' me what to do, I'm just holdin' my tongue

Man, my buddies didn't understand

'Til I told 'em, "Y'all, her daddy's got huntin' land"

A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky

Little slice of heaven out in God's country

Break her heart, lose the farm

Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan

So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together

Try to keep her happy, least 'til December

If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holdin' her hand

'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land

As soon as I shook his hand, we were hittin' it off

Lookin' up at the studs hangin' up on his wall

She rolled her eyes, tried to pull me out

But I was a deer in the headlights when he told me about

A couple thousand acres up in Kentucky

Little slice of heaven out in God's country

Break her heart, lose the farm

Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan

So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together

Try to keep her happy, least 'til December

If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holdin' her hand

'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land

I probably shoulda cut bait for a hundred reasons

But I gotta make it through one rifle season on that

Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky

Little slice of heaven out in God's country

Break her heart, lose the farm

Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan

So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it together

Try to keep her happy, least 'til December

If I ain't in a stand, I'll be holdin' her hand

'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land