If I could make a living from walking in the woodsYou can bet I'd be sitting pretty goodHigh on a hill, looking at a field downwindIf I could make a nickel off of turning in bassAnd never worry about the price of gasI'd be wheeling and dealing and sitting there reeling them inHunting, fishing, loving every dayThat's the prayer that a country boy praysThank God he made me this wayHunting, fishing, loving every dayEarly in the morning, late in the eveningI'm getting red dirt rich and flitter of a painHunting, fishing, loving every dayI get a little farm pond buzzSound of gravel when I'm backing upPulling a string on a 9.92 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 goAnd we get to hunting, fishing, loving every dayThat's the prayer that a country boy praysThank God he made me this wayHunting, fishing, loving every dayEarly in the morning, late in the eveningI'm getting red dirt rich and flitter of a painHunting, fishing, loving every daySo while y'all are up thereBreathing in that old dirty airI'll be down hereKnee deep in a muck of leafHa!Hunting, fishing, loving every dayI want to see them tallI want to see them tallI want to see them tallI want to see them tallI want to see them tallY'all close them eyesLet's go there in our mindHunting, fishing, loving every dayThat's the prayer this country boy praysThank God he made me this wayHunting, fishing, loving every dayBlack coffee in the morningDark whiskey in the eveningI get red dirt rich and flitter of a painIf we're ever paidHunting and fishing and loving every dayWon't you come along with meWon't you come along with meI know you wanna seeHunting and fishing and loving every dayHunting and fishing and loving every day