If I could make a living from walking in the woods
You can bet I'd be sitting pretty good
High on a hill, looking at a field downwind
If I could make a nickel off of turning in bass
And never worry about the price of gas
I'd be wheeling and dealing and sitting there reeling them in
Hunting, fishing, loving every day
That's the prayer that a country boy prays
Thank God he made me this way
Hunting, fishing, loving every day
Early in the morning, late in the evening
I'm getting red dirt rich and flitter of a pain
Hunting, fishing, loving every day
I get a little farm pond buzz
Sound of gravel when I'm backing up
Pulling a string on a 9.92 stroke
I love it when my baby wants to roll with me
Throws her boots on, climbs in a tree
Tucking her hair in my hat and she's ready to go
And we get to hunting, fishing, loving every day
That's the prayer that a country boy prays
Thank God he made me this way
Hunting, fishing, loving every day
Early in the morning, late in the evening
I'm getting red dirt rich and flitter of a pain
Hunting, fishing, loving every day
So while y'all are up there
Breathing in that old dirty air
I'll be down here
Knee deep in a muck of leaf
Ha!
Hunting, fishing, loving every day
I want to see them tall
I want to see them tall
I want to see them tall
I want to see them tall
I want to see them tall


Y'all close them eyes
Let's go there in our mind
Hunting, fishing, loving every day
That's the prayer this country boy prays
Thank God he made me this way
Hunting, fishing, loving every day
Black coffee in the morning
Dark whiskey in the evening
I get red dirt rich and flitter of a pain
If we're ever paid
Hunting and fishing and loving every day
Won't you come along with me
Won't you come along with me
I know you wanna see
Hunting and fishing and loving every day
Hunting and fishing and loving every day