A cup of juice for him, a cup of joe for me
They say the sun's gonna rise about 653
Took a whole week off to go ride these roads
And take my little boy back to the place that I call home
Wipe the sleep out of his eyes, say son you're gonna miss it
It's a special thing I can't describe, a family tradition
And I don't care about the weather, don't care what we see
All that really matters is him right next to me
In his camo clothes, just looking out, talking about trucks
And talking about life
There ain't nothing better than sitting with my boy in a deer blind
Packed my bullets, packed my rifle, mama packed us a lunch
There's a cut line in the distance as we ride
Rattle for bucks
I look at my boy, he's got a wander in his eyes
Hold on son, now just sit still, that could be one on the rise
I don't care about the weather, don't care what we see
All that really matters is him right next to me
In his camo clothes, just looking out, talking about girls
And talking about life
There ain't nothing better than sitting with my boy in a deer blind
Someday I hope he'll look back on the time we had together
Cause hunting season don't last long
But memories last
Forever
I hope the wind is perfect
I hope we get good weather
I hope he sees a monster
And he gets to pull the trigger
Cause man I love just looking out
Talking about school and girls and trucks and God and life
There ain't nothing better
Than sitting with my boy in a deer blind
No, there ain't nothing better
Than sitting with my boy in a deer blind