when I was a boy, at the

cold blue lake

my daddy pulled out

a fish

I watched it flop and

shake

started slowin down, til

it barely moved

I stood ten feet back

and stared

til it was

through

I felt it way down

inside

I felt it way down

inside

shook a pheasant from

a tree

when I saw that bird

come out

I knew the time had

come for me

she started movin for the

clear blue sky

I aimed quick, let the

bullet fly

I saw it goin right at

her, pass her by

as I watched bird

fly away

I dropped my gun and

cried

I felt it way down

inside

I felt it way down

inside

we got a deer laid him

in his tracks

about fifteen mile form

the hunting shack

when we walked up, he

was still alive