A cup of juice for him, a cup of joe for meThey say the sun's gonna rise about 653Took a whole week off to go ride these roadsAnd take my little boy back to the place that I call homeWipe the sleep out of his eyes, say son you're gonna miss itIt's a special thing I can't describe, a family traditionAnd I don't care about the weather, don't care what we seeAll that really matters is him right next to meIn his camo clothes, just looking out, talking about trucksAnd talking about lifeThere ain't nothing better than sitting with my boy in a deer blindPacked my bullets, packed my rifle, mama packed us a lunchThere's a cut line in the distance as we rideRattle for bucksI look at my boy, he's got a wander in his eyesHold on son, now just sit still, that could be one on the riseI don't care about the weather, don't care what we seeAll that really matters is him right next to meIn his camo clothes, just looking out, talking about girlsAnd talking about lifeThere ain't nothing better than sitting with my boy in a deer blindSomeday I hope he'll look back on the time we had togetherCause hunting season don't last longBut memories lastForeverI hope the wind is perfectI hope we get good weatherI hope he sees a monsterAnd he gets to pull the triggerCause man I love just looking outTalking about school and girls and trucks and God and lifeThere ain't nothing betterThan sitting with my boy in a deer blindNo, there ain't nothing betterThan sitting with my boy in a deer blind