No band, really. Just me and a couple family members in a bedroom studio.
I am a singer/songwriter at heart, but reality has me working a full time job. I don't play in a band, but love to sit around a campfire sharing my songs with anyone willing to listen.
Lyrics
Here I sit in my tree blind
Waitin' for the sun to shine,
Hopin' that big buck is standin' there when I can see.
The sky is turnin' a lighter shade.
Look to my left, now I'm afraid
'Cause there's a big ol' bobcat sittin' in this tree with me.
The things we do for this thing called bowhuntin'
Would make a normal man shiver with fear,
But I'm here to tell you, Brother, it's really somethin'
When you connect on that first hog or deer.
Some people say we must be out of our head
To hunt with stick and string instead of a smokepole,
But, for me, it's the only way.
I walk for miles through the thornbrush and sand,
This Mountain Longbow clutched in my hand,
Lookin' for javies and listenin' to the coyotes sing.
The brush is thick - I'm on my hands and knees,
Crawlin' places I can barely squeeze
And I hear a rattler somewhere just in front of me.
The things we do for this thing called bowhuntin'
Would make a normal man shiver with fear,
But I'm here to tell you, Brother, it's really somethin'
When you connect on that first hog or deer.
Some people say we must be out of our head
To hunt with stick and string instead of a smokepole,
But, for me, it's the only way.
My woman asked me just the other day,
Said, "Do you want to throw it all away?
Gotta make a choice, Boy - bowhuntin' or me."
These days I see her every now and then.
She asks me how the single life has been.
I say, "I'm goin' huntin' now, the third time this week."
The things we do for this thing called bowhuntin'
Would make a normal man shiver with fear,
But I'm here to tell you, Brother, it's really somethin'
When you connect on that first hog or deer.
Some people say we must be out of our head
To hunt with stick and string instead of a smokepole,
But, for me, it's the only way.
