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Kevin Fowler

Genres: Country

Beer Season Lyrics - Kevin Fowler

I ain't gettin' up early, ain't sittin' outside 

I've frozen my ass for the very last time 

Settin' my sights on a brand new kind of prey 

No sneakin' up on 'em, ain't gotta be quiet 

You don't need a gun and you don't need a knife 

Gotta good feelin' we'll be baggin' us a bunch today 

 

Well, it's beer season in my neck of the woods 

Well, they go down easy and they sure taste good 

Beer season, everybody's here 

There ain't no limit and it's open all year 

 

Well, I killed a big 40 ounce just the other day 

He didn't even run didn't try to get away 

Hung him on the wall for all my friends to see 

Like shootin' fish in a barrel, it just don't seem right 

It ain't against the law, you can kill 'em all night 

Ask the game warden, he's sittin' right next to me 

 

Well, it's beer season in my neck of the woods 

Well, they go down easy and they sure taste good 

Beer season, everybody's here 

There ain't no limit and it's open all year 

 

You can lose that camo and lay your rifles down 

Belly up and let's pull the trigger on another round 

 

Well, it's beer season in my neck of the woods 

Well, they go down easy and they sure taste good 

Beer season, everybody's here 

There ain't no limit and it's open all year 

 

You can go out in the woods alone 

Shiver shakin' to the bone 

Probably catch your death of cold 

I'll be sittin' right back here 

Where there ain't no limit and it's open all year 

 

Don't want 'em to overpopulate 

Better kill some more 

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