Whoa,

whoa.

If (G)I could make a liv in’ from walk in’ in the woods, you can bet I’d be sit tin’ pret ty good, (C)high on a hill, look in’ at a field down (G)wind.

If I could make a nick el off of turn in’ in bass,

nev er wor ry ’bout the price of gas, I’d be (C)wheel in’ and deal in’ and sit tin’ there reel in’ ’em in.

Hunt in’, fish in’ and lov in’ ev ’ry day,

that’s the prayer that a coun try boy prays.

Thank God He made me this way, (G)hunt in’ an’ fish in’ and lov in’ ev ’ry day.

Ear ly in the morn in’,

late in the eve nin’, I’m get tin’ (C)red dirt rich and Flint Riv er paid, (G)hunt in’, fish in’ and lov in’ ev ’ry day.

I get a lit tle farm pond buzz, sound of grav el when I’m back in’ up, (C)pull in’ the string on a nine point nine two (G)stroke

I love it when my ba by wants to roll with me.

Throws her boots on, climbs in a tree, (C)tuck in’ her hair in my hat and she’s read y to go.

And we get to hunt in’, fish in’ and lov in’ ev ’ry day.

That’s the prayer that a coun try boy prays.

Thank God He made me this way, (G)hunt in’ an’ fish in’ and lov in’ ev ’ry day.

Ear ly in the morn in’,

late in the eve nin’, I’m get tin’ (C)red dirt rich and Flint Riv er paid, (G)hunt in’ an’ fish in’ and lov in’ ev ’ry day, yeah.

Hunt in’ an’ fish in’ and lov in’ ev ’ry day, I wan na see them tall pines (C)sway.

(G)Hunt in’ an’ fish in’ and lov in’ ev ’ry day, that’s the prayer this coun try boy prays.

Thank God He made me this way, (G)hunt in’ an’ fish in’ and lov in’ ev ’ry day.

Black cof fee in the morn in’,

dark whis key in the eve nin’, I get (C)red dirt rich and Flint Riv er paid, (G)hunt in’ an’ fish in’ and lov in’ ev ’ry day.

Won’t you come a long with me?

Won’t you (F)come a long with me?

I (C)know you wan na see

(G)hunt in’ an’ fish in’ and lov in’ ev ’ry day, yeah.