The Hunter's Wife
Pistol Annies Song Lyrics

He's got 17 coon dogs out in the pen

Ten 11 point bucks hangin' in his den

If he ain't a'huntin' he's a'watching a show

There's things about huntin' that he don't know

And if I was a bettin' woman

I'd lay my money down

I'd bet he spends more time in them woods

Than he spends in this house

I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out

It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin', no good blue tick hound

Well, I'm sick of squirrel gravy and I'm sick of coon stew

Fence posts, shock collars, chicken wire, too

If he ain't a'huntin' he's out at the lake

Suckin' on a long neck, changin' his bait

And if I was a bettin' woman

I'd lay my money down

I'd bet he spends more time in them woods

Than he spends in this house

I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out

It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin', no good blue tick hound

Go boys...

He may as well be invisible in his realtree overalls

I can barely see him through the treestand seated underwear and turkey calls

The lord help me with this problem I can't figure no way out

It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin', no good blue tick hound