Huntin Land

INTRO:
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D

VERSE:
 A
She's always counting my beers and 
she's cutting me off
She don't like none of my friends 
                        D
and she's scared of my dogs

She never wants to party with me on 
the weekend
 D                             N.C.
She's always picking fights for no 
good reason, man

 A
She hates my old lucky boots, always
 trashing my truck
Telling me what to do, I'm just 
            D
holding my tongue

And my buddies didn't understand, 
till I told 'em y'all
N.C.
Her daddy's got huntin' land


CHORUS:
A                          
A couple thousand acres up in 
D      A
Kentucky
Little slice of heaven, out in God's
  D
 country

Break her heart, lose the farm
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan
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A                             D  
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it 
   A
together
Try to keep her happy, least till 
   D
December

If I ain't in a stand I'll be 
holding her hand
                                  A
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land
   A



VERSE:
 A
Soon as I shook his hand, we were 
hitting it off
Looking up at the stuff hanging up 
        D
on his wall

She rolled her eyes, tried to pull 
me out

But I's a deer in headlights when he
 told me about


CHORUS:
A                          
A couple thousand acres up in 
D      A
Kentucky
Little slice of heaven, out in God's
  D
 country

Break her heart, lose the farm

Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan

A                             D  
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it 
   A
together
Try to keep her happy, least till 
   D
December

If I ain't in a stand I'll be 
holding her hand
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land
A   D  A



BDA K:
            E
I probably should and could leave 
for a hundred reasons
       D                       
But I gotta make it through one 
                  A
rifle season on that


CHORUS:
 A
Couple thousand acres up in Kentucky
                                G  
Little slice of heaven, out in 
   D
God's country

Break her heart, lose the farm
                                 A
Ain't a part of my twelve-point plan

A                             D  
So I'ma bite the bullet, hold it 
   A
together
Try to keep her happy, least till 
   D
December

If I ain't in a stand I'll be 
holding her hand
'Cause her daddy's got huntin' land
A  A  D  D